The mister and I had what you might call a double date last night. Yes indeedy. A movie with drinks after with the couple next door.
We're trying to get all caught up on our Oscar nominees. See, we have this big party every year. We're kind of known for it. There's a red carpet, themed menu (you knew there would be some crazy food thing, right?), a life size statue of Uncle Oscar and more. Much more.
We try to see all the major films so we can make semi-educated guess to win the pool. We never win. There's always some smart alecky type who puts us all to shame. Sometimes it's the infamous Red Headed Momma who didn't even see a single movie that year (something about being pregnant) and just put down Lord of the Rings anytime it was a choice. She mopped up.
Last night's film was the little known Mrs. Henderson Presents. It was a lovely British import starring Dame Judy Dench and Bob Hoskins. I highly recommend it. There were even production numbers and naked girls. Almost a musical.
Drinks were great too. Did you get that plural in the sentence before? It was a nice neighborhood bar featuring Soju--some kind of Korean vodka made from sweet potatoes. All that and 1/3 of the calories of regular vodka. Neighbor lady thought the alcohol content was lower as well. Drunken Millie wasn't so sure.
So a nice night out. No stress. Nothing bad. Home to our lovely dogs. Both of us a little tipsy and hoping to take advantage of that.
When we went to bed there was already a wet spot there. A large one. Like the dog had peed on our bed. Seriously. The bitch had peed on the bed. Mostly on the mister's side but it's not like that helped. Talk about putting a damper on things.
Thank goodness our office/spare room is still pretty empty and the aerobed is easy to inflate even when operated by drunks.
Let's hope I get that job so I can buy a new mattress and box spring set tout de suite.
(And I guess here's where I should note that I've got a second interview Wednesday afternoon. I started to freak out a bit when I didn't hear back from the guy until late Friday. Then I realized I was back to thinking in Keyser time and life is slooooooooow at that speed. Hold thumbs for me, k?)
Oh no, Millie! You've given me a whole new mantra to keep my hopes up. No matter what happens to me in life, I can always say to myself, "Well, at least the dogs didn't pee on my bed."
Good luck in your job hunt. :-)
Posted by: wessel | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 00:19
I know it's not funny about the dog peeing on the bed, but the image of you coming home liquored up and randy and not to be deterred by a pee spot is pretty amusing:)
Good luck with the second interview on wednesday.
Posted by: Bonnie | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 02:57
I just have one thing to say to you: Buy a waterproof mattress cover.
Seriously, when you have kids, you'll thank me. My son vomited on our bed just last night.
Was that two things?
Anyway, glad you had a good time.
Posted by: chris | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 07:45
We go to an Oscar party every year, sounds like pretty much the same set-up: the statue, the pool, the food. This party is attended mostly by journalists and (surprise) the entertainment writer usually wins. Shouldn't they be disqualified or something? Good luck at the second interview!
Posted by: Donna | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 11:15
Have you seen Capote yet ? Very good. I love the Oscar party. I never win either though. I always think I have it dialed in, too.
Good luck with the interview ! Thinking good employment thoughts.
One last thing - BAD DOG !
Tracey
Posted by: tracey | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 12:06
I am rooting for, well, I am not sure yet! Still ruminating. I love the Oscars and I wish I could go to a fab party like that.
2nd interview is great! Thumb holding and limb crossing going on right now.
And I second the new waterproof cover. You can even buy them now that don't feel like rubber (unless you like that, of course bwhaha!).
Posted by: Pamplemousse | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 13:06
Millie, LOL! Perfect visual of the wet bed and coming home horny. You just reminded me why we have a cat and not a dog. xox, Fran
Posted by: Fran | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 15:57
I've been dying to see that movie. Good to know that it will be worth the wait. Best of luck with interview #2!!
Posted by: mm | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 16:08
I bet in your slightly tipsy state, you were confused about the wet spot eh? Sounds like the dog was just a wee bit pissed off eh?
Gotta love dogs.
Posted by: statia | Monday, 13 February 2006 at 20:12
So, let me make sure I understand this- You socialize with real live people? Wow. I am terribly impressed. My guess is that the gay cowboy movie wins all the oscars. Have fun planning your party. (just saw the constant gardner on the weekend and it was v.v. good).
Posted by: ninaB | Tuesday, 14 February 2006 at 11:20
gosh - i must be watching too much court tv - since all i'm thinking is that someone broke into your house and "had relations" on your bed. . .
i guess i'm not a dog owner. . .
Posted by: daisy mae | Tuesday, 14 February 2006 at 12:42
Sorry that the dog peed on your mojo, but it does sound like a good evening. I have to admit to having not really enjoyed Mrs Henderson. It was a bit british luvvies all being very happy to be with each other. But that's just me. I'm putting money on the gay cowboys as well.
Please can we all come to your party?
Posted by: thalia | Wednesday, 15 February 2006 at 04:56