This past weekend, Sarah hosted a holiday party complete with Secret Santa.

The host and her decorations:

There were racier pics that involved two balls …. but we’ll keep those ones hidden.

The apartment ws decorated so lovely:

That’s Jeannie in the corner. I would have cropped her out because I bet she won’t like that pic, but somehow that is the ONLY picture I have of her from the evening. Although I’m certain I took several photos of her and her husband, I think someone got a hold of my camera and erased a bunch accidentally. I’m blaming Andy.

It was a dress up (optional) party, which I was psyched about, because I have way too many dresses in my closet and no reason to wear them. Ever.

Me pictured with my pick in the Secret Santa, Caity.

Please note that I have a weird sloppy lazy eye thing going on. What the heck? There are maybe 3 pictures of me from the whole evening and I’m like that in every one. Sarah suggested maybe I was winking at the camera. I think I was making sweet love to the camera .. with my right eye.

Anyway, I got Caity Biolage shampoo and conditioner and some OPI nail polishes. I enjoy giving pamper-y gifts. (Jeannie had me in the Secret Santa, and I got the most beautiful sushi set for two.)

After Secret Santa most of us maintained our holiday spirit (read: buzz).

At one point in the evening I started talking to the only single, straight boy at the party. We had a lovely conversation for 15 minutes and then he asked what kind of music I like. I started off with “I really like a mix of everything.” giving examples of some of my favorites including 80s rock, Sountracks, etc and ended with “And oh yeah. I really like bubblegum pop.” To which he responded and I quote “Like that Mariah Carey crap?”

Um. Well she’s not really bubblegum, but yes, yes and YES. Hello? All I Want for Christmas Is You has pretty much been on repeat for like a month now.

Within seconds – SECONDS – he said “I have to …. go in the other room.”

I don’t think I will ever learn my lesson when it comes to my love of pop and the rest of the world. Friendships have been tainted, I’ve lost out on job opportunities and now boys because of it. But, hey, take me (bubblegum pop and all) or leave me, cause I am not changing.

Now please ‘scuse me while I crank up the Britney Spears.