It's Never Easy

As I previously mentioned, Richard and I avoided the public on Friday and opted to stay home and work around the house. After a few mishaps:

me stepping on a light, breaking it, picking up the string to put a new bulb in and it shocking the @#$! out of me (they were still plugged in); hanging lights all around the house only to come up about 4 feet short of finishing; readjusting half the lights to try to come up with the extra 4 feet; deciding 'screw it... we'll go buy more lights' and plugging them in where we stopped (to test the lights); finding that the outside outlet doesnt work; rerouting the extension cord thru the garage to test the lights; then finding about 1/3 of the string that shocked the @#$! out of me doesn't work and it's on the highest peak over the garage

We proudly displayed our lights on Friday night with a black space where the 1/3 of the string wasn't working, and then on Saturday, Richard and my dad replaced the bad string, added lights to finish out the house and checked out the outlet that isn't working. We now have working and completed christmas lights.

Sticking to my Plan

Do not ever attempt to go to the 'great sales' of Black Friday! Especially stores like CompUSA or Best Buy. I'm so shaken up by the whole experience I dont think I can even blog about it. It was complete and total hell. I will never do it again!

We went to CompUSA last night at 9:20ish to get a couple of things. We walked in, grab our goods and stood in line for 1 1/2 hours! It was hot and stuffy and we were tired. Then about 1:30am we went to Best Buy and the line was so flipping long that we decided to get some sleep and go back this morning to see what was left.

Nothing was left. The whole damn store was gone except the high dollar stuff (they were trying to push off onto people)... yet people were still there packed like sardines and fighting like i'd never seen before.

I have never shopped the day after Thanksgiving... and I will never try it again.

We hung Christmas lights instead.

Gobble Gobble

The Topfive.com’s 5 Thanksgiving Dishes Served in Celebrity Homes

5> Mark Foley: bone-in rump roast with Blackberry(TM) sauce

4> Pat Sajak: veal! of! FORTUNE!!

3> Madonna: not-givin'-the-baby-back ribs

2> Donald Rumsfeld: a big helping of crow, with sour grapes and humble pie

1> Michael Richards: one career, over easily

Party Weekend

Richard was recruited to take party pics. Here has is evaluating his material... and some hilarious videos that he shot while none of us were watching!!!
That's me... trying to gather all the kiddos up after the DJ had announed P's party to the party area for pizza, cake, cokes, gifts, etc. I noticed (after looking at this picture) that C stands just like me. lol
Richard shooting more video/pictures.
The party stuff. Clean. Before any pizza sauce, spilled Dr Pepper, buttercream icing or chocolate crumbs got smeared all over.
The two hot chicks there were working the party. These two add sizzle to any young man's party!!!


Finally I'm getting some time to get some of our Birthday pics out. This year, P decided to have a skating party to celebrate. We reserved a party area complete with assistant (hired) to set up, serve and clean. I love this plan! You can go here for a few more pics and some more of the story.

Conversation Took a Detour

My sis and I have been plotting our Black Friday shopping day - that's the day after Thanksgiving shopping day if you didn't know - and our conversation today went a little off the deep end, as usual. Piper is my doggie niece.

Via Email:
Me: Best buy is selling a 17" flat panel monitor for blah blah blah...

Sis: Uh no i don't think i will, So what time do you want to b there?

Me: Well, sherri was telling us we need to be there about 3am.... but dang that is early!

Sis: YEah but i can believe it b/c that is why i have never
done it b/f. Lets just go at 3 and sleep in the car if we need to we can set our alarms on our phones to go off every 30 min to make sure we are the first in line and take a thermous of coffee

Me: Okay. bring blankies. And hot choco... I don't do coffee

Sis: We can bring Piper too cuz she will keep us warm and if we get too hungry and cold we can eat her and wear her fur.

Me: No... I'm on a low-fat diet. Remember?!?! The doggie doctor said she is a fatty mcfatterson. She isn't lean meat. However, we can put a barrel around her neck with $5 in it and send her to the local 7-11 to get us beverages and snacks. That's a win-win. We get fed and warmed... she exercizes her tubby legs. :)

Sis: You know what that would work, i like that idea and maybe she will get discovered by a hollywood producer and be the star in the next big dog hit movie and we will have a HUGE shopping spree on Piper!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: Yes! Then we will have to quit and work for Piper full time. I'll be her manager because I don't mind being short with her and giving her the 'what fors'. You just be her sassy doggy momma with big hair and giant sunglasses.

Sis: Oh and we will need more bling...

Me: Yes... I like big bling. Piper is going to have to work hard
and she's going to have to get in shape. That means no more Taco Bell and no more sneaking 5lbs of valentines day chocolates while no one is home!

Sis: Yeah and no more sleeping all day, we are going to have to work harder on our walks in the morning and chase more cats... we are also going to have to get me the helium boob. Oh hell while i am at it i will get
liposuction in my cheeks (all 4) and you can have it for your boobs.

Me: Sweet! I knew that dog would be of use some day!
If she had a cell, I'd call and wake her up right now and make her run laps in the living room. I might give a shout out to the neighbor and have them bang on the wall to get her doggy butt up!

Sounds like we have the whole day planned out well..... *giggle*

Borat - The Movie

Last night we finally had a chance to go see Borat. Eric had told Richard that there was a few parts... well, one in particular that he couldn't believe he was watching, but he wouldn't divulge any details. We had no idea what we would see... but when that part came, we totally realized what he was talking about!

It was gross to see the chunky dude whackin to Pamela Anderson's picture in the Baywatch magazine, but it was even more grosser (is that a real word!?!?) to watch him wrestle Borat - totally butt naked! To watch flubber flouncing in the wind and nut sacks being shoved into another guys face and then watch as Borat was being forced to smell big dudes butthole (EEEWWWWW) while the guy sat on his face and said something to the effect of 'smell my ass' or 'lick my hole'. Heck I can't remember exactly what he said because we were too busy laughing and watching the whole circus act on the screen.

I'm so glad we sent P and C to see another movie. I hope I didn't ruin for anyone... but even though I shared just that little part, you still need to see it to get the whole effect. Oh my....

Go Buckeyes/Browns!

SATURDAY
11/18/2006
3:30 PM EST

Words of Advice

Ohio State fans are insane hooligans. Not all of them, of course. Not even most. But enough of them.This may sound like a hopelessly partisan statement, but let me explain. It has been known for many years that opposing fans, especially Michigan fans, get treated very badly in Columbus. Not only will you be cursed at, you may have beer or urine hurled at you. You may also be shoved or punched. If your car has Michigan license plates, the police will frequently ticket you for trumped-up infractions. I have not heard of these things happening with any regularity in Ann Arbor.This year, the University of Michigan sent an e-mail to fans traveling to Columbus. It reads like a State Department warning to tourists visiting a hostile Third World country. Some of the advice:

- Try carpooling to the game; if possible, drive a car with non-Michigan license plates.
- Keep your Michigan gear to a minimum, or wait until you are inside the stadium to display it.
- Stay with a group.
- Stay low-key; don't draw unnecessary attention to yourself.
- If verbally harassed by opposing fans, don't take the bait.
- Avoid High Street in Columbus.

Then on Sunday...


SUNDAY
11/19/2006
1:00 PM EST

I Found Your Old Pal, Sis....

OMG OMG OMG!!! I found someone on MySpace! I can't wait to tell my sista'. She is gonna crapola! *laughing hysterically*

I can not wait to tell Sheri who I found.... haha... it's one of her classmates and it's a hoot!!!

I can hear her gasping for air.... some silence... then bursts of laughter. *snicker*

Is this mean of me!?!? *giggle*

Spider Skirmish

Nothing went right yesterday and the cold and windy weather didn't help matters. I showed up for work with my attractive bloody left eye (broken blood vessel) and wearing a lovely ripped lavender sweater. And then things really plummeted downhill. Now I know I’m not the only one who occasionally comes unglued at work and unsheathes her sharpened claws but yesterday featured a Circe Meltdown of epic proportions. The first order of the day was the ongoing power struggle with the Spider right at the stroke of 8. As I have expounded upon in an earlier post, the Gossip Queen arrives promptly at 7 am, parks her rather plump posterior on one of our vacant chairs adjacent to my desk and eagerly awaits the arrivals of her cronies to trail in and join her in the morning gabfest. Chaos College’s workday commences at 8 am and in the perfect world, she would be seated at her desk in her building across campus ready to hit the ground running. Alas, this is not a perfect world. Chatting on the cell phone with sis, I rounded the corner to find the bull session in full swing. I threw my bag and purse on the desk and informed sis I wasn’t going to be able to hear her and flounced out in a huff as Gabby Bitch loudly declared, “well she’s pissed.” No shit, Sherlock! We go through this every week and you know very well how thrilled I am to see you first thing in the morning acting like this office is your personal domain. When I returned she was gone but the skirmish was far from over.

Indian Tacos were sold in the lounge and I knew she’d be over to gobble her quota. Sure enough, before noon I glimpsed her ambling down the hall in anticipation of consuming these gastronomic delicacies. I left for the gym and upon returning found her coat still slung over the rack waiting for its lazy owner to retrieve it. At 2:20 pm she finally decided it might be time to end her prolonged 2 ½ hour lunch and wandered in. By this time, I was feeling ashamed of my unprofessional hissy fit, decided to let bygones be bygones, smiled pleasantly and greeted her. And what was her reaction? I got a glare and silence for my efforts. Fine! Around 4 pm I was proofreading a document when my peripheral vision glimpsed her again entering my area in search of the Grand Poobah’s signature for her timesheet. (Oh, the irony). Never looking up, I squelched questioning her on her honesty regarding her lengthy noon break. Knowing precisely where boss lady had headed, I vowed to not offer the info without being asked and the inquiry never came.

I haven’t seen her today and doubt she’s even here as she is strictly part time. Her friends are glaring at me today so I know my "unfair overreaction' has made the rounds. Fortunately we have a three-day workweek coming up and I think it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say we all long for this much needed break from our work playmates. The saga continues...

Hard Day at Work

It was freezing cold today and I've yet to warm up.

I got to spend part of the morning and most of the afternoon at a Technology conference. I sat in on a presentation about blogging in the workplace and how beneficial it can be for the employees and for business... and alot of other things that I pretty much already knew. Richard and I then made a mad dash to the Happy 45 minutes in the main Vendor area. They were doing door prizes so we stood and listened for our names. They were giving away IPod Nano's and tons of other really cool toys! I noticed that everyone seemed to have a funny looking glass of 'pop'. I surveyed the room... and the glasses... and finally found the cash bar! They weren't kidding about Happy 45 minutes! I thought for sure it would be cookies and coke/water/tea - you know, the usual. I, of all people, should know that techies do hospitality up right!

However.... our previous session ran too long and we didn't make it in time. The cash bar closed before we could get anything to drink - and that included a diet coke. We somehow managed to make it thru our next session where our poor presenter (President and Founder of the company) had to present with no mic (batteries ran down) and battling all kinds of background noise because they were tearing down the displays before the thing was even over.

All that to say..... it was cold inside too! It was freezing outside and inside the Cox Convention Center it was freezing cold... just minus the wind. I came home and made a big pot of chili (which the fam just loves cuz I rock at making it :) ) and headed to the gym for an hour of cardio to warm up. I can't wait to curl my freezing toes around Richards warm legs *giggle* He likes it best when I wait til the little moment when he's just about to doze off to sleep and then I hit him with my 10 little ice cubes *giggle*

Twist of Fate

Something I’ve been meaning to discuss is the ongoing problem of countless accidents we rural people encounter from morons who fail to negotiate obvious and clearly posted turns on the country roads leading to and from the boonies. What seems to be the problem, people? It’s not like the signs are hidden just to trick you and then all of the sudden, SURPRISE! an unexpected bend jumps out causing untold grief as you lose control and swerve wildly to avoid smacking into the fence just waiting to mangle your precious car (and sometimes you) all to bits.

There are several choices of road I can take to work and yesterday sis was in the lead by a few miles as we made our way to our respective employers. As we yakked on the cell, she informed me there were skid marks and a lone car grill stuck in a large bale of hale at the first sharp curve. Sure enough, some idiot had missed the turn completely and his vehicle became one with Straw City. Mr Excellent Driver managed to make it five miles further up the road before abandoning his dented POS pickup and hoofing it to the main highway. There it sat, abandoned, forlorn and grill-less as responsible working people of the world discussed his predicament on their morning commute. By the return trip home, no trace could be found of either one. I mentioned this incident to TBC last night and we compared notes. Apparently this accident had occurred on Sunday afternoon in broad daylight not long before TBC observed a skinny, unkempt individual swiftly walking away from said vehicle. My guess is this upstanding member of society had been high and/or drunk and could easily have found his sorry ass in jail had the cops been called. It doesn’t help that country roads are fine places to drink and drive while blithely tossing empty bottles out of the window with reckless regularity. We even offer a neighboring drug dealer to meet your hallucinogenic needs. (Our motto: you bring the booze, we’ll front the pharmaceuticals). Needless to say, this adds to the plethora of wrecks that may be found on our crafty corners.

There are two specific areas that tend to trip up the majority of visitors: 1) At what I affectionately call 'the zigzag' in the middle of my road and 2) the “Y” where two nearby lanes break off and head in perpendicular directions. The homeowners near either of these hot spots have long given up keeping their fences intact as they can count on having them run through on a regular basis. For the most part, the accidents haven’t been fatal with one exception. One pleasant early fall day two years ago, four joyriding teenagers traveling at a high rate of speed crashed into the large tree on the Y owner’s property and two were killed. As much as we like to poke fun at stupid, overindulging adults missing the turns, this was a sad, tragic crash that shouldn’t have happened. This hazardous area now posts more signs than ever in an effort to avert further tragedies. In conclusion, please drive carefully when traipsing through my neck of the woods as you may become the topic of local gossip and blog fodder.

Ho Kitty

While we love our little adopted darlings Oreo and Snickers (or as TBC calls them, "BW" and "YouToo") with their playful spirit and affectionate purrs, I’ve received disturbing news regarding the female that gave birth to them. My sister shares living space with this trampy little feline named Callie along with the remnants of her first motley brood. They were all in pretty pitiful shape when sis graciously consented to take them in and nurse them back to health. Now that Mz Welfare Kitty is back on her feet so to speak, she has returned to her wanton ways. This purring vixen seductively winks at any passing Tom and if that isn’t obvious enough, her little red light in the barn, mass distribution of catnip-scented business cards and late night booty calls to her many ardent suitors requesting a ‘date’ leave them in no doubt as to what this calico seductress has in mind. Thanks to her being unable to meow the word ‘no,’ she just recently delivered Batch No. 2, surpassing her first litter of 6 by two bringing the grand total to 8 and just like the initial crew, this assortment represents all colors, creeds, and ethnic origins. Yes, before Litter Numero Uno was out of Pampers or past training wheels, this equal opportunity huzbag has singlehandedly triggered a massive cat population explosion in Okiedokieland. Brother-in-law has warned me to expect a sneakily deposited purring package on my doorstep in the very near future…

I Did It!

I passed!!!!!!!!!!!

I passed the test I've been studying for all week! I got concerned while I was taking it because so many of the questions I'd seen info on, and I remembered reading about, but I couldnt remember particulars and then when they give you so many choices for answers and then they are so similar but maybe one word, it tends to get confusing. Anyways.... I plugged on. I read and reread each question. Read all the possible answers then reread the question again and marked what was my first gut instinct.

When I had completed the test, I looked at my watch and it had been only two hours. The test is a 3.5 hour exam! I'd finished really early... another cause for alarm.

I gathered my things - which amounted to my jacket because they allow absolutely nothing in the exam room, (that includes H2O) and walked out to see the proctor.

Proctor Guy: How did you do?
Me: I guess we'll see.
Me: If I could have had one thing in there, it would have been a diet coke.
Proctor Guy, chuckling to himself: Well, now you can go get one.
Me, mumbling to myself, but outloud so he can hear too: I knew some of that stuff but then I sit there and talk myself in and out of answers and then I don't know which way to go.....
Proctor Guy: Congratulations!
Me: For what?
Proctor Guy: You passed!
Me: WHAT?
He hands me my certificate... as i'm gasping for air.

I knew it! I knew the material! I almost kissed Proctor Guy Iwas so excited! I bounced out the door jumping up in the air and clicking my heels together - and made a hundred phone calls to share the joy.

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Chaos

Peanut Butter and Cram

I'm so happy it's Friday! *doing my happy dance*. I've got my party pants on!!!

Not really. I'm going to go home and cram, cram, cram for this test tomorrow. *moment of prayer* I need to pass it - the first time. I'm ready to get on with the show and I know Richard, C and P are ready for it to be over too. Richard has been Mr Mom all week; picking up the house, cooking dinner, doing laundry, science and math homework, making sure kids are clean and teeth brushed. I sense that he is ready to pass some of the duties back to me. *giggle*

Weasel King

Since I’ve told you all about my dearest bud, Patrick, I thought it only fair to enlighten you regarding another important and vital net personage, K2. In his case, Mr. Canada was minding his own business 8 ½ years ago when yours truly stumbled upon him in ICQ random chat. Little did he know this would be the start of a long and enduring typing relationship. “Interesting” is an understatement when attempts are made to define our quirky camaraderie. Though our busy schedules rarely mesh and two time zones separate us, when we do manage to meet up, my frisky tail wags enthusiastically and my glowing face lights up like Fourth of July fireworks. While Patrick is considered a dear buddy, K2 rules from the lofty pedestal he was unwittingly hoisted upon as Ms Circe worships from afar. It’s really kinda funny as K2 is pretty much an average guy who quickly morphed into my ideal knight in shining armor (or in his case, a sexy green flight suit)—not an easy slot to fill yet he manages to do it with pizzazz and flair. What can I tell you about him? He’s fun and witty, clever and somewhat aloof, kooky and playful and stays just far enough out of my grasping tentacles to drive me insane with desire. Sometimes we type every day but there have been occasions in this long-distance affiliation that we have gone for months without so much as an offline ‘hi.’ Yet through thick and thin, we remain friends; flirty comrades with an added dash of mutual attraction spice thrown into this flavorful IM soup. We’ve never met and it’s doubtful we ever will but I cannot imagine my life without him as he brings depth and dimension to my crazy alter internet world. Here’s to forever, Hotshot…

Silken Thread

slender silken thread
tenuous yet enduring, fragile yet strong
forgotten for a time then persistent pull
invisible tie, silent reminder
encircling my ankle
bitter cold, searing heat
Atlantic or Pacific
coast to coast, year to year
past present future
tenacious tug, gentle tap
whisper or command
timeless, eternal
binding us together
my Canadian connection.

Thrawn Thrill

When my buddy Matt pops in between classes to say hi, one recurring theme dominates our conversation: Star Wars. We are both Star Wars fanatics and devour the many and diverse novels out there centering around our favorite subject. In all honesty, he’s the one that got me hooked on this heretofore unknown to me vast array of literary fiction starting with “The Courtship of Princess Leia,” which he lent from his extensive personal library. These well-written storylines travel backwards and forwards in time and add new dimension and spark to this particular sci fi theme. Yes, dear gang, Luke, Han, and Leia are only a tip of the intergalactic iceberg. So in addition to having a deep and abiding love of the popular cinematic giants, I eagerly read the equally exciting adventures featuring characters such as Corran Horn, Wedge Antilles, Mara Jade, Talon Karrde and my personal favorite, Grand Admiral Thrawn.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn (full name: Mitth'raw'nuruodo) is a fictional character from the Star Wars galaxy. He first appeared in Timothy Zahn’s Thrawn trilogy of novels, which are set five years after Return of the Jedi. Thrawn was his public "core" name, meaning "twisted or crooked", an apt description of his intricate schemes. He is generally regarded as the last great commander of the Galactic Empire. He was a Chiss, a species of aliens from the Unknown Regions. He was a brilliant military strategist and commanded the remnants of the Imperial Fleet in a series of stunning victories against the New Republic. His study of his enemies' artwork gave him insight into their thought processes and cultures, allowing him to create highly effective tailor-made strategies. Thrawn was considered a true warrior by those who served under him. If a battle Thrawn planned could not be won, Thrawn preferred not to waste troops and equipment in futile displays of power; he would withdraw and adjust his plans. Thrawn's greatest weapon was his mind. Unlike many egotistical Imperial commanders, Thrawn could accept valid ideas even if they were not his own. Thrawn was not concerned with his own personal glory, only with winning the fight against the New Republic.”

Mr. Smarty Pants is described as a tall, solidly built humanoid with blue skin and glowing red eyes. (That visage has got to be somewhat disconcerting...) Though pigeon-holed as one of the bad guys, his early beginnings show his reasoning, wit, intelligence and true motivation behind his seemingly destructive behavior. So while displaying a decided penchant toward evil, his sharp mental capacity and startling looks make for a fascinating combination and three-dimensional characterization. And though officially dead, the fantasy world allows for unforeseen changes making his return within the realm of possibility. I for one hope for and champion this feasible prospect. Thrawn + power = sexy. ;)

And just who might I be pitted against this week in FFB??? The Storm Troopers! LMAO

Something's Brewing....

It seems i've always got something going on.

Currently, I'm studying for an exam i'm scheduled to take on saturday. The exam is 3.5 hours of intense questions and i'm doing my usual cram session with a little bit of panic mixed with 'no problem, i can do this'. Come saturday morning (very early I might add), I'll probably have a stomache ache and be racing through my mental list of things I need to take with me and absolutely can't forget because they won't let me in the building if I dont have them, so I'll check my bag like one hundred million kabillion times to make sure I haven't forgotten whatever it is that I think I need.

Despite my tight schedule this week, I found time to go with C and Richard to the Hornets opener last night. What a great game! It was intense the entire time. I don't think there was more than an 11 point spread at any time during the game! I had a couple of pictures that I sent via Mobile Blogger but the darn things didn't post. What's up with that!?!? It worked... then bammo! doesn't!!

Fish Fable

After my busy Saturday schedule, I relaxed Sunday with my most recent Netflix selection entitled Big Fish. Fact and fiction blend and blur in this fantastic movie as father and son strengthen their tenuous connection before it is too late. This simple yet universal theme makes for a winning formula. The ‘big fish in the little pond’ refers to William’s larger-than-life dad who finds small town life too dull and claustrophobic for his substantial personality. Water plays a significant role throughout the movie as the audience along with William, wonder how many of dad’s bizarre tales are exaggerated fish stories. While Edward most certainly stretches the truth, we learn that most of his strange tales have more than a grain of truth and the characters that inhabited his life are real people.

This terrific 2003 movie directed by Tim Burton is summed up with these words:

"William Bloom (Billy Crudup) tries to learn more about his dying father, (Edward Finney), by piecing together the facts out of the various fantastic tales and legends of epic proportions he’s been told over the years. Edward was a traveling salesman, and his journeys throughout the South are the seed of the tales. Directed by Tim Burton, the movie co-stars Ewan McGregor (as young Edward), Helena Bonham-Carter and Steve Buscemi."

I don't think this test showcases my attributes in a very flattering light... :)

The Priss Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf) Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss. Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgments. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy. These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards. Your exact opposite: The Playstation You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing. ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy CONSIDER: The Manchild Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Meringue Moves

A social event of the season occurred Saturday evening as Ms Circe glamoured up for a formal tenth anniversary party of a beloved Hispanic couple. After much preparation, I emerged from the nurturing cocoon resplendent in a fancy low-cut black blouse, long curve-hugging black skirt, strappy black sandals, black necklace with matching earrings (the ones I purchased at Staff Development Day) accented with crimson nails, lips and sparkly glitter sprinkled on tresses and across bared, creamy hills. The place vibrated with pounding Spanish music causing restless tootsies, swaying bodies and the irresistible urge to bust some moves. My favorite rhythm discovered when visiting the DR is the merengue. Not knowing its specific steps failed to deter my swiveling hips and dancing feet from hitting the polished pavement and once out there my timidity and shyness receded into the background. I felt extremely ‘white’ out there but gamely gave it my best and had a wonderful time trying. I even caught “S” on cell phone video doing some serious booty shaking. I’m thinking blackmail…

Dinner was a delicious mix of tempting tamales, chicken mole, spaghetti/rice/potatoes, pinto beans, salad, and several delightful desserts including a beautiful three-tiered cake. All too soon it was time to take our leave as the pulsating beat echoed through our exhausted yet happy ears. I certainly hope this isn’t my last Mexican-flavored shindig because I had a total blast. :)

Virgo August 23 - September 22
While the music will make your body move, it's the dance club's strobe lights that will make your body groove.