a game only a homo could love

for all of you not on the east coast, a.k.a. those of you not involved in this weekend's "noreaster," lemme just tell you. the snow we got on saturday was batshitcrazy. that's the only way i can really describe it. sure, it was pretty. sure, i suppose that it's nice for it to look like winter during the wintertime (even though i hate winter). the best part about the blizzard, obviously, was that it didn't impede with any of the weekend's funtime plans--we still got to go shopping on saturday, go to game night at joe's that night, go to the mall, go to the store--but church got cancelled. now don't get me wrong, i appreciate my church job. i do. but there's nothing quite like having two days in a row completely free to do whatever you want to do. it's magical. even better is that i park in a garage and didn't have to dig out my car. now, however, it's back to work. oi.

this coming weekend (isn't it nice how i do nothing but live weekend-to-weekend, like i'm just biding my time during the workweek? isn't there an 80s song about that? "manic mondays" i think it's called. just kidding.) our friend michael turns...i don't remember how old. 26? 27? the point is, he's having a birthday party with compulsory party games. now, you all know how i feel about being forced to play a game at a party (see matt v's last-year valentine's party debacle at which we were all forced to play charades; let's just say the prize was a big black dildo.), but michael's come up with a brilliant idea: it's a project runway challenge. that's right, we're going to be broken into teams and given sewing materials and an assignment. crafts. friends. drinking. i'm in!

michael calls me yesterday and says "what's your sewing skill level?"

"um, huh? do you need me to help you with something?"

"no. so-and-so and i are putting together the teams for the project runway challenge at my birthday party and we just want to make sure that they're evenly matched. we were talking about getting a stapler and staples to put our shit together, so you're definitely on my team."

homos. gotta love us.