I don't small talk well. And the onus ends up being on me to be funny.

Dude, I can make strike jokes until your NEXT holiday party. No worries.

Oh, don't worry, Allyson. There are bound to be people at the party like me who believe the onus is on them to think everyone else is funny and will just laugh at anything anybody says.

eta: Which is to say, I'm horrible at parties and I totally empathize.

At the last party, I offered inappropriate baked goods and then freaking HAM to someone who keeps kosher. Which I know. I just flat out blanked. Oh & then I said "I'm sorry" meaning, "I'm sorry I forgot" but it pretty much sounded like I was sorry she kept kosher. And then, trying to talk to a coworker, the guy next to me thought I was talking to him, and I was all "uh, no" rather curtly.

And at least three people probably heard me mutter "I hate these things." And then the big boss asked me why I was leaving the party so early.

And I lived to tell!

fuuuuuuck

It's the Snowsleeticepocalypse!

I have trouble believing Canlis is the priciest restaurant in these parts. Yes, it's expensive and iconic, but I thought the Herb Farm would set you back more $$.

Speaking as someone who is going to the Herb Farm tonight (!!! It's our delayed wedding anniversary present to each other), yes, the Herb Farm is MUCH more expensive than Canlis, and I refuse to believe the food at Canlis would be better. That is completely not possible.

Oh, crap. I hope that Jess gets to Cincinnati OK.

Herb Farm would set you back more $$.

The Herb Farm is on my list for a meal the next time I'm in Seattle.

Jessica-- my condolances to you and yours.

Allyson-- I am sure you do small talk better than I do. Unless I right down questions to ask, I pretty much need to be with a good small-talker, or I just talk and talk and talk about myself, my personal quirks, and I overshare-- all through shyness.

Or I do what tommy does and busy myself and/or visit the bathroom.

I am a little scared of the Snowpocolypse, because I take the bus and I have to work tomorrow at the theatre. And since the designer flew in today to do fittings tomorrow and leaves tomorrow night and doesn't come back until next year-- we sort of have to do it.

was sent to a shop to get a picture of my boss' wife printed on photo paper.

But some jackass cropped it.

So there was no way to make it a suitable size.

So I go to the frame store trying to figure out how to mat a 6x5 3/4 photo, that is needed for the party, tonight.

I found a frame, plain matte black, that had a mat inside it that would do. I got another mat to overlay the picture so that it would have a sort of frame in a frame effect. No one told me, because no one knew, where it would be hung.

So I went with the plainest frame I could find, after receiving four calls in the frame place crying about how no one understands why a shittily cropped pic cant be blown up to an 8 x 10 without creating a circus mirror effect.

So I come back, after standing in a busy frame store, annoyed at the stupid, and my boss comes in, sees the frame, and proceeded to insult me on the frame choice for five minutes.

I am trying very hard to not cry in anger at being insulted on my "taste."

I am pretty sure that I have much more "class."