I crashed an ugly Christmas sweater party last night. Christie brought me along to a coworker’s party. Lucky for me though, she had spent the day scouring the Goodwill for sweater that I could wear. It was actually a sweatshirt. It had a large bear in Christmas-wear on the front. And then on the back, was the back of the bear. It was sweet. The sleeves only came down to three quarters of my arms. I made the finals in the sweater-off, but the guy in the woman’s candy cane sweater and Santa troll pin took home the prize.
During the party, Christie and I were talking about holiday plans and whether or not we’d be going home. Another party guest overheard us talking about Moscow, PA and was interested to hear more about our hometown. It turns out that he knows someone in Moscow and has been there a few times. We quizzed him on places and names and it turns out that he really had been to NEPA. What a strange coincidence.
Wisconsin is cold. Seriously, when the temperature reaches the twenties, we all talk about how warm it is. And there are no traces of sarcasm.
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that's such a great idea for a party.
you seriously go to some of the best parties in the world. i go to parties like "stand around awkwardly until 11 and then go home".
that sounds like my mom's work day. she's an elementary school teacher. she bought a sweater last year that had interchangable little poof ball thingies that snapped on. so one day you could choose to have white fake fur around the sweater cuffs and on the christmas animals' heads and another day you might choose gold sparkly rope to snap there.
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