Justin, John's boyfriend, threw the most fabulous Christmas party on Saturday night. naturally, John played hostess. the food was great, the guests were fabulous, and the wine was dangerously fantastic. a little too fantastic.we got there at 7, by 8 i had a buzz on. by the time we left at 1, i couldn't feel my own teeth. i was barely concious on the ride home. the only thing that kept me...afloat...was the unbearable feeling of having to pee. i actually made stephen pull over on Rt 280 so i could. yup, i'm a classy married lady.
i can honestly say i've never had more fun at an Uncle Fezziwig-esque gathering, though. kudos to you, Justin.
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