So...I'm sitting here in my perfectly clean apartment and I'm all dolled-up for a Christmas party that isn't happening. I'm drinking a long drink, waiting for food to arrive and thinking why is it that no one has ever written a movie script based on my life. I'm amused by how pathetic this evening is. And this wouldn't be such a big deal if my sister wouldn't have been here to witness everything.
Here's to me trying to make something happen for once and wonderfully failing at it!
I'm hoping tomorrow night will go a tad better than tonight.