You bite the inside of your cheek, and then, it swells up so that it’s so big that it keeps getting in between your teeth and you keep biting it over and over again, and it never gets better. If you run into me tomorrow, it’ll probably sound like I’ve been to the dentist.
I hope you all had a great weekend. Mine was pretty awesome, and I’d like to thank my friends at Strange Manor for that. They had a party on Saturday, Christmas Eve, and I think that it’s safe to say that a good time was had by all. The food was yummy, the liquor was flowing, and the karaoke machine was blaring.
The highlights of the evening had to be:
A living room full of various people singing along to Desmond Dekker’s The Israelites in karaoke. Kudos to Vic for having it.
Chad walking about in the sexy man bikini underwear.
The Clark Griswald-esque lights on the neighbor’s home.
Avi’s late night, party to the bitter end, Micheal Jackson dance moves.
My terrible attempts at singing, including Abba’s “Dancing Queen”
Being the last to pass out, and the first to sneak out in the morning.
So, I would like to thank the folks of the Manor which is Strange, and also a home base for so many of us. I’ve always enjoyed the times I’ve had at your place, and I appreciate you opening your home to me on several occasions. Thanks for helping to make Christmas merry. If I don’t see you before, have a Happy New Year’s Eve!
Current mood: grateful