So yesterday we went to church and out to breakfast and then I proceeded to spent all day writing my entry! So much so that it was only posted at 6.30p, ie 9.30p east coast time, which is shameful!

There were just so many presents...

Besides the fact that I had to stop and make bread pudding, because I had a party to go to!

Nancy of Perforated Lines was giving a Boxing Day party, and she wanted some bread pudding, and I am always thrilled to stand over people and say, hintingly, "Isn't it good", so I made another pan of it.

I left the house about an hour later than I should have, but I made good time out there (strangely, right near my photo lab!), until I got to the last bit of the directions. It was a roundabout, the (Blank) St. Circle, and I was supposed to find the street in question and turn off the circle, but I went round and round and round, and couldn't find the street at all!

Finally, I called them (thanks for the cell phone loan, Mom!) and Nancy's husband talked me down like a negotiator talking a jumper down from a rooftop. And then he parked my car for me rather than watch me inch back and forth for half an hour.

I went inside to a giant roomful of strangers, praying for a familiar face (usually I have Tracing with me in these moments) and there was Dreama! Thank goodness. And she introduced me to Nancy, so I was able to have my fist words to her be:

"The (Blank) St. Circle sucks ass!!"

Dreama was talking to Miriam and Ri and her fiance, Bill, so I joined their conversation. Miriam was very nice indeed, and Ri looked about fourteen and as unlikely to be about to get married as anyone alive.

I spoke briefly to Tamar, Mahrya and Viv, the latter I did not realize until I was checking links this morning was First Person Viv! She has another name, you see, so I didn't pick up on the fact that she was this journal!

Otherwise I would have been torn between saying "Hey, I love your journal!" and "I'm not speaking to you, Beth likes you better than she likes me!" and bursting into tears and hiding in the bathroom.

So maybe it's best that I didn't...

I spent most of the evening with Dreama and Ri and Bill and Amanda (who is hilarious and got impressively drunk, manifesting her drunkenness by constantly flipping everyone the bird and paying a small boy seventeen dollars to bring her bread) and Rachel, whom you'd never guess is a porn star (o, she's not, but she has the same name as one), and her boyfriend Matthew.

Around midnight I realized that nobody had eaten any bread pudding, 'cause it was in the fridge. Half the people had left by then, but Mahrya and Rachel and Dreama and a couple of non-journalling friends of Rachel ate some and were properly admiring, so I was happy.

It was a night of constant hilarity and hut jokes. I had a marvelous time.

So, that was eight more journallers met, bringing the total up to 45! Hopefully this time none of them will write an entry about what a bitch I am, but one never knows!

Today's horoscope:
Communication and interaction, especially with friends, is highlighted. Being open, tolerant, and rational comes naturally today.

One year ago today:
But, when I got back from Kinko's she was up and about, so it must have just been a rip in the space-time continuum.

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