Vagina sweaters???
This past weekend I had probably the funnest fun I've had for a long time. By this time I am sure you are all plenty familiar with the old Ugly Christmas Sweater party, and while the name alone seems like it
should be descriptive enough, in fact, it is not. I have been to quite a few of these, each one decidedly different from the last. Some involve obnoxious drunkards, while others involve a whole lot of me standing awkwardly next to the wall with my arms crossed simultaneously hoping that someone/no one will come and talk to me. Urgh! The most recent of these seasonal fetes was at the home of a friend of mine who's hostessing skill I had not yet had the pleasure of enjoying.
Now, initially almost all social invites strike fear deep into my soul. As a former agoraphobe I begin first by imagining all or the terrible tragedies that could befall me should I decide to attend. However, despite my charming insanity the beau and I spent last Saturday combing the local thrift stores for an ugly Christmas sweater (which is infinitely more difficult to obtain once you are knee deep in the month of December).
So we went. We went to the party. He in his skin tight ladies' red pop collared sweater, and I in my snowman sweater, which had somehow developed a vagina throughout the laundering process.
It was weird, yes, but it was so much fun! There was awesome food, hilariously creepy table dancing, and plenty of friendly belligerence. All in all a pleasurable evening, spent in the company of friends (new and old) and one fabulous extra large vagina sweater.
Happy Holidays!
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