So, as Scroggs & I were trying to kick out the jams with some wicked bad Jazz Christmas horseshit, which Ian made fun of profusely I might add, this woman behind us was chattering away, in the middle of the Christmas party mind you!!!, about her endometriosis, her miscarriages, and her "period is coming soon - I hope!" I was appalled by how... how... well, I mean - what the HELL IS THIS? Who talks like this in front of God & coworkers? ARGH!
Besides that, the rest of the night was mildly uneventful, except for this stupid Gwyneth Paltrow joke I tried out on a preggers lady. I said they could have their baby showers together. She didn't think it was funny.
Ayyy me.