We were supposed to go THE biggest lesbian party of the year tonight. I look forward to it every year - the night before thanksgiving, Shescape hosts a FABOO bash! In my younger years (koff, koff), I'd be there till 3am drinking and dancing the night away. Again, in my younger days, I had been know to do what is referred to as "drunk dialing." BAD IDEA.
'nuf said. :)
So here we are, the night before Thanksgiving, the broccoli kugel and the stuffing have been made, the turkey is in the brine, brining away in brown sugar and salted happiness, and BOTH Narda and I are coming down with colds.
I feel like crap.
But here's the great divide - we were both happily sitting on the couch, in our jammies, drinking our airborne, watching HGTV, and then Lost at 9, and then it becomes 10pm.
I NEED to watch CSI. IN THE LIVING ROOM.
Narda NEEDS to watch Law and Order. IN THE LIVING ROOM.
Guess who won?
But that's part of why I'm so in love with for her, she lets me get my way sometimes.
AND, she made me decaf coffee.
And I'm watching CSI NY - gotta go!