Ok, I left early. Had a good time but here is the thing. Keep in mind I am down to a 34 inch waist and looking good in Calvin Klein. This old derelect of a gal walks by me a million times blocking the TV...she is on and off this tall chair and manages to cover my pants in chocolate syrup that she has dropped off her plate. She says nothing but does manage to clean the counter and change her outfit. I guess she must do this a lot if she brings an extra outfit with her to parties. So I figure I took a hit for the host. The chocolate all over my pants kept the uplostrey clean. But FUCK why did this happen to me dam it...my buddy next to me looks at her and says, "The only word I can think to describe you is IMPOSSIBLE" That at least made me laugh. So I am home now and the pants are in the washer. The good think is everyone loved my chili chocolate chip cookies.
