yes, another company dinner chez les monkeys.
the he and the she are lovely people who eat, drink, guffaw and even occasionally use Bad Words, god love'em. no behaving was necessary...well, minimal behaving. when it comes to mr. monkey's co-workers, he always hopes i keep the "motherfuckers" to a bare minimum, and for absolute emphasis only.
we had a good time and i managed to not talk about sex (too much) and to not mention our recent purchase.** this last bit was hard because mr. monkey thinks it's not anybody's business, whereas i, well, you might have noticed that i have a little trouble with the concept of "not anybody's business" (as evidenced repeatedly and thoroughly on le blog).
i have to say i love these early social events when i can crawl into bed
more than a little tipsy and pass out before 11pm.
* it's not the lamest hostess gift ever: they're moving back to the deep south.
**land! beautiful land! ridiculously close to salty water and mountains! with trees! and neighbourhood goats! and cowses! and friendly baby cowses! and a large shed! and horses! and chickens ranging freely and depositing eggs in various interesting locales! and a farm stand! and sealions barking! and..and...and...it's GREAT!!! (all animals are neighbouring animals only and will not rely on me to feed or house them, so don't y'all be calling the SPCA on me, ok?)