||[Dec. 23rd, 2000|12:01 am]
Went to a Christmas tree decorating party tonight with both of my brothers. This was at the apartment of one of Roger's classmates. It was fun, and I carried the tree in all by my lonesome. I brought Rick's Spiked Lemonade with me, and managed to drink two before the rest were dessimated.|
Unfortunately for me, there were lots of goodies to snack on at the party, and my willpower couldn't hold up. I didn't pig out exactly, but still. Here's hoping I can survive Christmas without too much weight-gain.
The people at the party were nice. Topics of conversation included ren. fairs, the Austin music scene, spelling bees, the Austin high-tech scene, and what really goes on at NASA.
Roger's still at the party, but Bobby and I left right before the "drinking games" began. Why, you ask, did I not simply stay and go home with Roger? Am I sick of getting drunk? Am I worried about a hang-over, or making a fool of myself? No... it's simply the calories in all that alcohol I would have consumed. Isn't that sad?