I went to a Christmas-slash-surprise Housewarming party last night, and really had a great time.
Until the end of the party, really, but that’s getting ahead of myself.
I wasn’t going to go. It is, after all Hell Week, and although I finished a draft of my huge fawkin’ Harriet Jacobs paper, I still had plenty, plenty, plenty to do.
But I figured I’d start the second one afterwards. Just stay an hour, drink some good coffee, do a good deed.
It was almost three hours before I left.
It was a church party, almost. It was select members of the church, apparently, at a Christmas party that doubled as a surprise housewarming party for a lady who just got an apartment here.
Two years later, and getting an apartment is still a huge, huge deal.
Lyrical Fool 