I have SO much food left from the party. Ham and pasta salad especially. And I forgot to make the pigs-n-blankets, which means I have pigs, and I have blankets. I thought about having people over tonight to watch the Sixers on my new big TV and eat the rest of the food so as not to insult all the starving people in China; but I have to go to a stupid Planning Board meeting tonight, for one of my projects at work. And tomorrow I'm going to a "social" at a bar in Philly, for members of the ASCE (American Society of Civil Engineers), the Young Members um something. Young Members Faction? Young Members Brigade? Young Members Club? It had better not be the lamest thing ever. It's seven bucks for all the beer you can drink. There had better be at least a few cute engineers there.
The kid from my work, whom I invited to my party? He brought a ridiculous amount of stuff -- TWO bags of ice, at least two 2-liters of soda (maybe three or four, I forget), a bottle of Captain Morgan's, a six-pack of Yuengling . . . possibly something else. And he stayed as long as there were other people there. I kicked him out when Vince and Jeff left. This behavior has prompted some to theorize that he likes me. I'm not sure. I mean, he pays an awful lot of attention to me and we talk via e/pop all day long but I've never seen the kid flirt. And I'm not interested, but I can't come up with a better reason than "he's not my type." Which sounds lame, and I mean he's not funny-looking or anything, and we talk easily, and he's smart, but . . . he's just not my type. I hope he doesn't like me.
My tummy hurts now! Man, Mondays.
OH also, the holidays are totally over. I can't really pretend anymore. Bah humbug.