Post party review

[samsom]

It was good. I met up with a co-worker who's become my sort of default 'date' at these things. He's a terminal bachelor who loves Star Wars more than I do, and a real sweetheart of a guy, even though he looks like a short bulldog on steroids.

I went as Bella Swan and just glittered up my face and chest. No one knew who I was, even after I said I was Bella from Twilight. Or I should say no one knew who she was. Ah well.

Me and the bulldog spent most of the first couple of hours camped out in front of the food talking about nothing and watching all the costumes parade around. Some were incredibly imaginative and I had a good time trying to guess who they were and listening to the music coming in fron the front deck. Eventually I went outside to listen to the kareoke and maybe dance a little.

Ugh. And then this drunk in an Arab sheik costume ruined my good time by trying to sleeze on me. Ten minutes of ducking his fucking arms and hands before I could go back inside and find a place to sit so he wouldn't get the chance again. The bulldog sat with me and we traded gossip about people we probably shouldn't have been talking about.

I went back out for a little while but as much as I hate to admit it, that jerk ruined the party for me. So I left. It was getting late anyway, and I had to get home to take care of cleaning up the aftermath of the kids' pizza party with the hubby.

Last night I had a C/A dream. Something about Cordelia doing a gymnist's flip of sorts and transforming as she comes back up. Angel was watching her - probably because she was wearing a blue leotard with white tights. In my head, he's a perv.