The Party

I don't know where to start. Maybe with the fact I was the only attendee without a Santa hat and elf shoes. Also, I was among only a handful of people who didn't need a walker although there was only one person actually with a walker and only two people on oxygen. So, here's the mix; elf shoes, walkers, and folks wearing those wrap around sunglasses (at night). Man, no one could walk straight. Throw in the fact that Santa (really, Phil, I recognized him in spite of the outfit) was tipsy and impairment was the norm. It was a good thing it was a neighborhood party so no one had to drive home. After singing his own version of the "12 Days of Christmas" Phil had to be helped to a chair by two of his children. One neighbor kept asking me about Jed, a rather famous dog who previously resided at my house. I was able to talk about the folks who lived here because I talk to them regularly, but unfortunately, I couldn't answer any questions about their dog. That ended that conversation. A guy went on for quite a while about how stupid hogfish are. After about 15 minutes of that, I realized they're not as stupid as I am for listening to the guy for that long. One of Santa's helpers had a group of fellows believing she wasn't wearing underwear. That was fun, if not exactly enticing. Food - good. Drinks - plentiful. Good looking women - not so much. I met the rich guy and his wife. She was nice. His best years are behind him, like most of us at this party. Age notwithstanding, it appeared a good time was had by all. Merry Christmas and thanks for reading.