Wait a second, no potluck posts yet?
I want pix...

Sorry I (we) didn't make it.

We went to Left Bank instead.
In a LIMO.

hahaha.

It was D's birthday yesterday. So I had made reservations at Left Bank. But still thought maybe we'd be able to swing by before/after for a few minutes...

During the day he talked to his friend, whose wife's birthday was saturday. And in chatting it came up that they also had reservations, at the same time. And this guy had a limo lined up. (way to one-up me, dude. Actually, he about 10-upped me. He had the limo take her to the spa, then to Macy's for a day with a personal shopper. Then to dinner. How awesome.)

So, the limo picked us all up, and we had a delicious dinner at Left Bank.

still, sorry I couldn't make it last night.

So where are the pix??

Just realized my 2 year estrip-iversary was 12/6.

Thanks for everything, peeps.

Through good times and bad times, I can count on you guys for some smartass comments to make me laugh.

And that's as sentimental as I'll get.

But a (hopefully final) note on an overly drawn out saga involving a certain boy and a certain rescue and a certain rescue forum-

Apparently the shit is hitting the fan. This is all second/third hand info (since I am banned for life)- but it sounds like his little empire is crumbling.

And finally (FINALLY) I don't care.
I tried and tried to be supportive. He couldn't care less.
But now I've moved on. The torch I've been carrying has been put out.

And it's paying off in spades.

Karma's a bitch, E, ain't it?

So I behaved like a normal girl the other day, and went shopping. And found a fantastic silver dress, and some fantastic shoes, which I post here for the hell of it. Because I like 'em. They're hot.



Then last night went to the UB grad student xmas party. I am not technically a grad student at UB, but my post-grad training is through UB, so I have an ID, blah blah. And a bunch of my friends in different programs were going. Much to my surprise, ran into (e:terry) (e:matthew) and (e:brit). Woohoo!
Which is exactly why I decided to tell this boy about my journal. So if I'm out and someone yells 'Jenks!' I don't have any explaining to do. But so you are the first estrippers to meet him. And for the record, he liked you guys. :) He and matthew even went to the same high school- just 11 years apart. haha.
But it was a fun night. Good to see you guys. :) Wish I took more pix.


It's too bad I'm such a midget. Even in monster heels.

Not to make you all jealous (or sick), but-

I decided to take today off. There might be a special, romantic dinner in your future.

!! Lucky me...

That's funny. I was just thinking of how lucky I am.

And on a totally unrelated note-
This is fantastic. My kind of therapy. $5 for 5 min.

Ok, so I finally uploaded my pix. So here they are. A little view into my week off. :)

First, a little tribute to my mom and her Martha-ness. I really wish I had inherited more of her sense of style. And it's not about breaking the bank- just putting stuff together well.





And here's her Thanksgiving table. I think setting the table is Mom's favorite part of thanksgiving- she does it about 3 days in advance, and then keeps changing the centerpiece etc for the next 3 days.



This one is for Paul. I am not even going to try to defend it.



And the bird- it was especially delicious this year-




Then on friday, I went to "Holiday Cocktails" at this snooty old club at home... It was not especially fun.

But this letter cracks me up. They have it framed on the wall.



And since I doubt anyone can read it, it says:

Dear Mr. President,
With great regret I must tender my resignation from the Board of Governors. Time and distance do not permit my regular attendance at meetings and I should free up a slot for another young traditionalist.

I have enjoyed my tenure and hope that one may say of it that I have done what I can to thwart change, impede progress, and enshrine the status quo. I pray that under your heroically unenlightened leadership the governors will continue to follow the path of unrighteousness, outrageousness, elitism and exclusivity, stopping just shy of outright bigotry. Remember: the best way to prepare for the 21st century is to embrace the 19th.

Then I got back into town on saturday, just in time for the disco- which really was a blast. It's like Halloween all over again. The special guest was Erik Estrada, and he announced that all 7,000 tickets sold out in TWENTY MINUTES. Whoa!

This is a friend's co-worker. He grows his hair out all year long, for the disco. His afro was WAY cooler than all the afro wigs there.




And this was another friend's date, wearing her jacket and her glasses.



Ok, I am all pictured out.

Later, peeps.