I thought I wouldn't blog about the Christmas Eve dinner party at my place since it's been the same-old same-old situation. But after attending a potluck 'party' hosted by The BF's friend last night, I think my party seemed like a rave party in comparision.
At risk of sounding like jaded christmas bash party hag bitchy critic (don't know what that means), I have to say this: last night's party was a bore. I nearly killed myself with less-than-satisfying red wine and listening to the endless whining of immature bimbos who insisted in watching mindless/souless Taiwanese idol drama at a party (no TV at home?) and didn't have a farking clue to how to play with two stacks of poker cards. Even the usually patient Best Friend was not interested to offer explanation to the rules of the game. And for the first time ever, I was asked to advise the host how to entertain his guests. Dude, you don't even have music to pump up the mood. And why is your sister holed up in her room with her own friends? Gold and silver theme? I only see gold on me and The Best Friend. Who else is following? I do not even want to start on the $10 gift exchange. Oh, and the host wanted to play Blow Wind Blow. Dude, you kiddin' me right?
I'm not sure what went through The Best Friend's mind. But I was thinking of my options:
1. Leap out of the window.
2. Wait patiently for The BF to return to get us out of the boring hell-hole.
3. Win every penny over at Blackjack so the host can invite me out of his house.
I apologised to The BF for not being able to contain my impatience. After all those are his friends (or friend's friends? Whatever.) But having said that, I really wouldn't say I'm sorry for not being able to connect to less smarter beings.
At risk of sounding like jaded christmas bash party hag bitchy critic (don't know what that means), I have to say this: last night's party was a bore. I nearly killed myself with less-than-satisfying red wine and listening to the endless whining of immature bimbos who insisted in watching mindless/souless Taiwanese idol drama at a party (no TV at home?) and didn't have a farking clue to how to play with two stacks of poker cards. Even the usually patient Best Friend was not interested to offer explanation to the rules of the game. And for the first time ever, I was asked to advise the host how to entertain his guests. Dude, you don't even have music to pump up the mood. And why is your sister holed up in her room with her own friends? Gold and silver theme? I only see gold on me and The Best Friend. Who else is following? I do not even want to start on the $10 gift exchange. Oh, and the host wanted to play Blow Wind Blow. Dude, you kiddin' me right?
I'm not sure what went through The Best Friend's mind. But I was thinking of my options:
1. Leap out of the window.
2. Wait patiently for The BF to return to get us out of the boring hell-hole.
3. Win every penny over at Blackjack so the host can invite me out of his house.
I apologised to The BF for not being able to contain my impatience. After all those are his friends (or friend's friends? Whatever.) But having said that, I really wouldn't say I'm sorry for not being able to connect to less smarter beings.
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