Parties, cookie dough and Superman

Okay, it was better to go to the Christmas party last night than to stay home, and it was all because I knew what to expect. But a few surprises make things interesting.

My friend was exactly as I thought she would be. She was the star of the party in her short, tight dress with her Mrs. Santa apron. And probably 3/4 of the guests were guys, and she wanted all of them to pay attention to her.

Not long after I arrived, she told those of us already there about two guys she'd met on Match.com. Luke  was her Friday night date. But why she'd take him to one of the neighborhood bars I'll never understand.

 "Whatever you do, don't mention Luke because Dylan will be here tonight," she said.

Not long after Dylan arrived, he and I were in the kitchen talking when another friend walked up.

"Hey, this is Luke," I said.

Oops, I meant Dylan. I wanted to suck the word back in but it was too late. I hoped he blamed it on the third cup of mulled wine I had in my hand. But he was probably more distracted by the hostess ignoring him most of the evening though.

Aside from introducing people by their wrong names, there were a few old friends and some new, fun people. Well, they were fun until the honey whiskey and two bottles of vodka were gone.

And if you like cookie dough, I tasted the most delish cookie dough dip recipe that's similar to the one at on this Snack Girl site (except the one I ate had honey instead of sugar and she used chocolate chips with red and green sprinkles). It's also good with pretzels or graham crackers for dipping. And it's certainly healthier than real cookie dough. Yum!

And there was a quick out. Just like I predicted. A friend and I made a stealth escape. He slipped out first so we'd be less conspicuous. We had a drink at a neighborhood bar then had our own nice little party. 

This afternoon, the hostess called to check on me. Seems the real craziness started after we left. One of the guests decided it would be great fun to jump from her second floor balcony. It was about the same distance as Lucy's fall onto the wood floor, but he landed on a brick sidewalk. I'm told he's hurting pretty bad today. He's lucky he's not in intensive care or worse. What was he thinking? What was he on?

Single girls, be careful who you invite to your holiday parties. The world doesn't need anyone else thinking they're Superman.
Love to the single girls,
Addison