Failure of the Day: Me + Other People

A busier than usual weekend. We seem to have had a party on Friday, which is not something we really do (we mostly default to misanthropy), but it turns out that Chris’s co-workers are both fun and not prone to spilling things, and we find those to be very pleasing traits, so we took the opportunity to tweak Chris’s fear of carpet stains and not having enough potato chips.

I was in the mood to celebrate my newly acquired taste for vodka tonics, the richly deserved plate of steaming shit on which the powers that be had just begun chowing down, and oh that’s right, my kick ass new job. It was a swell party, although I’m still not particularly at ease with the whole “The Boss’s Wife” thing. Of course as usual, it’s the phrase and not the reality that is troublesome; I just picture someone in a pearl choker with a tray of hors d'oeuvres talking to…I don’t know, Larry Tate or something. In fact, the role entailed little more than parking myself by the M&Ms and arguing that moral hesitance or not, Superman would kick Batman’s ass.

On Saturday we had dinner with Jeff and Edi, in town for Jeff’s birthday weekend. A completely wonderful evening there too, except we stymied our plan of ensuring more visits by addicting them to gourmet marshmallows. We dawdled too long over the dinner table and the cute-as-a-button organic local market was closed by the time we dragged them there. You know, best laid plains and all.

Apropos of nothing except, I guess, Halloween: My favorite is One Death, Two Death, Red Death, Blue Death.