Wine, Chicks, and Dicks in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Friday night was Becca’s “Chicks and Wine” party. She just wanted to have a little get-together with the girls. Good excuse to get drunk and gossip!! I suggested that she make it a tree-trimming party since she wasn’t going to have enough time to get the tree completely decorated ahead of time. But her hesitation made it clear that she didn’t want anyone messing with her tree!! Funny, but I’m particular that way too!

I have been trying to decorate my place. Not going too well. I really don’t have room for a big tree (although I’m sure I could do some rearranging…so I guess I should say I don’t have the energy for a big tree), but I do have a really pretty baby tree centerpiece that I decorate with lights and ornaments and it goes on my dining room table. I accidentally took it to Mom and Dad’s when I was moving. I took a bunch of stuff over there just for them to store, and a lot of my Christmas stuff was in there. I know Mom and Dad were planning on coming to town for a party last night and then a lunch thing today, so I asked them to bring my decorations over after they got done. Here I sit in my robe typing an entry. They will probably be here any minute now. I look like hell on a stick!

Okay. I just slapped on some jeans and a tee. Much better. Well, a little bit better anyway.

So, Becca’s party ended up kinda like this: wine, chicks and a dick (gay friend!) and eventually two more dicks (Becca’s gay neighbors). We went through many a bottle of wine and countless catty stories! It was glorious! I have now been talked into posting a personal ad at Match.com, despite my pseudo boy-boycott. What have I gotten myself into?? This girl, Wendy, was talking about her incredible boyfriend and showed me pictures and I could tell that she was so excited about him, so I asked her how they met. Match.com! No way! She said that she had some great experiences with it. I told her I was chicken. I don’t want someone stumbling across my profile!

I know, I’ve read many online dating stories here on OD. Mostly successful, and they make for great stories! The cool part is, you can weed out the oddballs and freaks! Wendy couldn’t say enough good things about it. What the hell, right? Even still, I think I would die if someone I know found me. Almost like the painful blow I felt when I found out that LDL found my diary!! Okay, maybe not that bad! That was the worst!

So fine. It was decided that I would unveil my profile at our next girls’ get-together. Unfortunately, I don’t remember when that is because I was really drunk by that point. I think I have about a week to put this thing together. I may post it here and ask for some feedback. Problem is, I don’t have enough OD friends any more!! I lost a lot of my sources of feedback when I left OD and came back and then left again and came back several more times under different names, etc. Oh well, I’ll get feedback from the girls too before the damn thing gets posted.

Right.

Conversations then shifted to the date that I was going on the next night. Clif’s company Holiday Party! Everyone wanted to know what the deal was with this guy. Yeah, it’s very random that some guy I met while just hanging out at a bar up and asks me to his company party! I don’t know. I will have to write about the actual event in the next entry. But the most important question on everyone’s mind was (this is a girly party, remember?) what was I going to WEAR?!

So I told them about the vintage dress that I have on a dress form in my living room. That dress deserves and entry all it’s own too (boy, I have lots of writing to do!). Anyway, it’s a gorgeous gold shell shift with a black lace overlay. Spaghetti straps (per Clif’s request), and hits right above the knee. It is exquisite. I love it. It’s my very favorite piece of clothing. Becca has seen that dress many, many times. So she just looked at me and then said, “You know what would be perfect to go with that dress?” and ran to her closet and pulled out one of the incredible coats she recently inherited from her grandmother. Okay girls…it’s black curly lamb with light tan mink trim on the collar and the ¾-length sleeve. Ummm. Like buttah. Honestly, I’m not one for furs. But this coat is an amazing piece. And oh so perfect for this dress. Becca almost got teary-eyed when I tried it on. I told her that I couldn’t wear it…I’d be too afraid of something happening to it. But she insisted. It didn’t take much to talk me into it, really.

So there, my outfit for the next night was complete. We could move on to other topics!

Because of the amount of wine consumed, there was a lot of stumbling, slurring, hugging and kissing by the end of the night. The person winning the award for most drunk was Tim, who didn’t like one of the snippy remarks one of “The Boys” made to Becca. The Boys are Becca’s super-duper femmy neighbors. They invariably piss someone off every time they go out. Always. Without exception. I know, because I’ve been one of the pissed off people before. I can’t even remember what got me all bent out of shape, but one of The Boys was ragging on me about something, and he was relentless…and nasty. I have since learned to take the shit they say with a grain of salt. It’s all very funny if you don’t take it personally.

So, Boy 1 made some nasty-ass comment to Becca, and Tim’s testosterone musta kicked in because he was up and off the sofa and lurching across the floor to stick his finger in Boy 1’s face. Whoa. Talk about a cat fight! Boy 2 just sat there in a daze. Becca put a stop to that instantly. We were all just surprised to see the whole thing go down and that Tim could even be aggressive like that. He is a fierce and loyal friend, I will tell you that. Ain’t nobody gonna mess with Becca when Tim’s around.

At that point, we all decided it was time to go home. More hugs. More kisses. I walked out with an exquisite coat. Twas a lovely evening.