I am going to be spending an inordinate amount of weekend time with co-workers over the next few days. Tomorrow night, I�m going out to spend Happy Hour with a few of them. It does not appear that any of my other, non-work buddies are going with me, so I really hope at least one relatively-cool person goes. This is a big concern; there are not a lot of cool people working at my company. I feel the need to go, though. It�s been a long week and I think we could all use the chance to blow off some steam. Plus, a few people left the company this month in a hurry, so I need to get the full, alcohol-leads-to-the-truth scoop.

Saturday night, I�m going to a fund-raiser dinner/Monte Carlo Casino Gala. Melissa Gilbert is the Honorary Chairperson. There is something very David Lynch-esque in the fact that I will be gambling with Half-Pint�Anyway, my company purchased seats for about ten of us at this shin-dig and A) I want to be supportive of their contributions to this worthwhile organization (Friends of the Shelter for the Homeless) and B) I figured it would be advantageous to my career to show up, especially since the big guys paid for the seat. I am not one to grab at every networking opportunity, but I figured this one would be fun and would benefit a worthwhile organization so what the heck? Of course, now I have to find suitable �cocktail attire�.

I have several cocktail dresses. However, I haven�t worn any of them in a number of years and I really can�t think of any that I would want to wear right now. Time passes. Tastes change, ya know? Plus, in another lifetime, I used to love to show off the cleavage and for some reason that just doesn�t seem very important anymore. I can�t even think of a cocktail dress that I own which does not show off that particular aspect of my anatomy. I think this sounds like a perfect opportunity for me to buy a new dress!

Truth be told, we could probably stand to buy John a whole new outfit, though; and as men�s dress clothes tend to be rather pricey (especially when the man in question is so damn huge that one has to shop at very pricey stores in order that he may get a proper fit), I may just use my money on him and wear one of the cleavage-baring slut-garments that already hang in my closet. I want my man to look good too, after all. I guess we�ll see�

Anyway, I am actually looking forward to the casino night shin-dig. I think it sounds like a gas. However, I would probably have a lot more fun if Barbi was going with me, rather than John. I hate to say that, but it�s the truth. John is not exactly a party animal. In truth, he can be a bit of a fuddy-duddy. We�d just better not get in to an argument because he wants to leave at like 9:00pm, that�s all I�m sayin�.

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