tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post627239478483175382..comments2023-12-10T04:05:25.715-05:00Comments on tied to my apron strings: I want my Friday evening date-night back.nylonthreadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01671562223645258571noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-30547785844723823412008-12-17T19:36:00.000-05:002008-12-17T19:36:00.000-05:00You didn't wind up in anyone else's photos? Oh, w...You didn't wind up in anyone else's photos? Oh, well. You're always a cutie in your goin'-out threads.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-68585125066557730552008-12-17T08:25:00.000-05:002008-12-17T08:25:00.000-05:00OTC, see my update. Sorry, no photos.OTC, see my update. Sorry, no photos.nylonthreadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671562223645258571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-83461573014585998572008-12-17T00:03:00.000-05:002008-12-17T00:03:00.000-05:00Aw, sorry the evening was a bust. I'll make a not...Aw, sorry the evening was a bust. <BR/><BR/>I'll make a note to never sit across from Monkey while eating lobster bisque as I'm known to blow...blow bisque that is. I know this is a family blog. <BR/><BR/>No photos? I want to see you all party-fabulous. I'm sure you looked <I>delightful</I>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-31733412315660340942008-12-16T11:41:00.000-05:002008-12-16T11:41:00.000-05:00Sounds brutal, but that's why I usually avoid corp...Sounds brutal, but that's why I usually avoid corporate holiday festivities like the plague.Hill Rathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08778134491399419096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-91000393149347108702008-12-16T11:03:00.000-05:002008-12-16T11:03:00.000-05:00Sometime between 9:30 and 9:45 is when your SO fin...Sometime between 9:30 and 9:45 is when your SO finally assembled a plausible alibi for going deliciously postal on the ballroom. It was also sometime between 9:30 and 9:45 that he realized, much to his chagrin, he'd left the garotte wire at home.<BR/><BR/>Sounds like a thrilling event! Shame I couldn't make it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-91993628577317292062008-12-15T19:06:00.000-05:002008-12-15T19:06:00.000-05:00XUP, it was a corporate holiday function. My guess...XUP, it was a corporate holiday function. My guess is that there were about 700 people? Certainly there were not enough service staff. The location was lovely and decorated very festively, but if you're hungry? No amount of ribbons and gilding can satisfy.nylonthreadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671562223645258571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35813677.post-16111673118793840912008-12-15T16:55:00.000-05:002008-12-15T16:55:00.000-05:00What kind of a party was this? It sounds horrible?...What kind of a party was this? It sounds horrible? And who organized this? As someone who has organized a giant event or two it's de rigeur these days to offer options that do not contain products that people may be allergic to. And to offer some kind of food with the drinks and/or well before 10:30. I'm surprised you didn't have a lot of drunk people on your hands. Poor you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com