What a night! Can I just tell you first, that alcohol is a very dangerous drug? Especially when combined with glitter, hair, and heels…
I was logged into Facebook the other day and saw that Vuboq was a-coming-to-town. Like Santa. Kinda. Only this was for work and not like gift giving and reindeer. Now we’ve only chatted a bit here and there on the Social Networks, mostly the Twitter. But hey, I read his blog pretty regularly, and I am like the San Diego welcome wagon, so I sent him a message inviting him to our holiday Shindig. Sadly, after much traveling that day he cancelled. But being the persistent one, I mentioned we should at least do drinks while he was in town.
Because, to be perfectly honest, most of my friends are FROM the internet. And also, I figured he’d cancel again. Just cause, you know, we hadn’t chatted that often before. But the next day we had a date, time, and place all figured out. Yay! Being that it was going to be a Wednesday I naturally chose Dreamgirls over at the Urban Mo’s. A guaranteed good time. As it turned out I was right!
So Vuboq (can I say his name? Not sure since he doesn’t use it..) is amazing. He’s fun, frisky, and adorable all at once. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, and it was that weird “like we’ve known each other forever” vibe. I am so, so, soo glad we met!!! (In fact I wish he lived here… So we could hang out and laugh a lot and have Martini Time). Plus, he brought the fantastic Miss Michelle M. She’s not a tweet or a blog, so like… no link. But she is FUN! Also a local gal so we hope to see her again.
It turned out that the drag show was the most perfect venue.. We had the most amazing time talking, watching the scandalous performances of the Dreamgirl’s Beauties, and enjoying boozy beverages. Ice broken, we ended up on the heated patio and just talked, laughed, and harassed the “girl’s”. Well, not harassed so much as meet and greeted… and photographed! Yay! So here’s a few photos:
I vacuumed the tree mess, ejected all holiday from the house, dusted, wiped, scrubbed, and polished. I vacuumed the entire house three times and swfffered the wood floor countless more times. This place should be *spotless*.
I am still finding glitter. @#%$!!! I hate, hate, HATE glitter!! I am spotting tiny damn sparkles as I walk around the house. I try to pick it up every time I spy a piece. It’s driving me mad. I hate the glitter ornaments! I always swear that I won’t use them but every year I put them on the tree… Not to mention the awful glitter holiday cards. I had to open my mother’s card over the trash can there was so much glitter! And hers wasn’t the only one… (no offense to glitter card-senders but really? so much glitter?) There was so much glitter in this house, and I cleaned all through the month…
The war is on. I will now have to vacuum and swiffer every day.
Well, I have to say. I think the post-holiday Holiday Party was a success. At one point we had 14 people. Fourteen. In my house. I have never had that many people over in all my life. But what a way to close out the season and ring in the New Year! All of our new friends, some we’ve had for a while, and some that have become like family gathered together like that. It was a blast. Thank you to all that attended. It meant a lot to us. And I love that I can say that there were guys making out on the stairs at my party! Makes it sound really wild, eh? Heh, it just sounds that way. It was a very classy event! I just wish I had taken pictures. There are tons that our friend Sheila took. As soon as I get copies I’ll put them on the Flickr.
Today we have been removing the holiday trim and tree. That is a big ass job! There were a lot of balls on that thing, let me tell you! Of course there is glitter everywhere. I have swept, washed, vacuumed, and wiped. I can still see red sparkles out of the corner of my eye… But the war on glitter will have to wait. My body has finally given in to this cold. I thought I was coming out of it, but today is another story. I am so glad I didn’t get drunk last night or I swear I’d be dead right now. A hang over with this sinus mess? No thanks…
Oh my gawd I am still laughing. “My Droopy Ol’ Puss Needed A Pick-Me-Up!” (via 
UPDATE: Got a few shots onto the 
