Christmas wish

I'm a coward.

I attended my sorority alumnae holiday party tonight. One of the older women brought her son. He looked to be about my age--also tall, good-looking, nice and he showed he has a sense of humor. As the festivities started to wrap up, I decided we needed to exchange numbers. So I hung out in foyer as he was getting ready to go. I got a business card out of my purse to exchange contact information. Then I went and talked to him while he waited for his mom to say her goodbyes. At one point he even asked where I worked.

Did I give him my business card? No.

Did I say, "We should get together sometime."? No.

I know that I could get a hold of him through his mom. But am I likely to call him there? No.

Could someone get me a spine for Christmas?

Observations

Here are the things I noticed at the five star, five diamond holiday party I attended last night:

Mmmm... shrimp cocktail.

Ice scuptures are cool. Hahaha.

Pastries are good. Little pastries are better. Chocolate shells filled with dark and rich chocolate ganache and topped with a small piece of fruit are best.

Where was the wine?

I need to go out more. Obviously men look better when they're wearing shirts and ties, but there were still some very nice-looking men there.

Old people are so cute when they stay on the dance floor for the modern, uptempo music. They're even cuter when they're slow dancing.

"Dancing queen, young and sweet..."

The macarena is not extinct. It has devolved into a holiday mix, sampling at least two Christmas carols and "Auld Lang Syne". Where are the good taste police when you need them?