Monday, December 18, 2006

How The Grinch Made All His Friends Cry

It was a bit of an odd weekend for me. On Friday I stopped my drinking after about 6 hours to try and save some energy for the planned festivities on Saturday.

Unfortunately I woke up on Saturday with the unusual urge to injure anyone to come my way. It's not that often that I'm in a bad mood, but when it happens it is UGLY. Realizing this was the case, I was sure to warn my friends as soon as I met up with them for our Christmas BBQ (god, that's so Australian) that my bitchiness was not to be taken personally. And as a disclaimer, I would like to say that someone else did storm out of the apartment before the end of the night without saying goodbye to anyone, but I really really had absolutely nothing to do with it, thank you very much.

I decided that I just needed "more wine" to make everything better, which left me just as bitchy but at least I don't really remember the last couple of hours of the night. Ah well. Merry Christmas, sorry I was a bit of a Scrooge. I actually checked my horoscope belatedly, and it basically said "you will be in a FOUL mood today, and there's nothing you can do about it." I shit you not.

At this point I'm just trying to get through a somewhat stressful week at work so I can get on that freakin' plane on Saturday and head off on my fabulous jetsetting in Europe. Apologies if I bitch you out in the process. Toodles!


Anonymous said...

I'm so out of it (maybe because of jetlag, maybe because alcohol has finally destroyed all my brain cells) but when you said Merry Christmas I was like, "What? It's not Christmas yet." And then I was like "Oh, but he's in Australia and it's later there." Someone help me.

Zander said...

Ha. Yeah well I just meant it in the context of the Christmas party. We're not THAT far in the future here...