Who needs mistletoe?

Last night was the circle of friends 5th annual Christmas Party. Held at the home of Liesl and her new hubby. I have not attended the event the past couple of years. Not because I wasn't invited but mostly because my exhusband either hosts the party or shows up with his barely legal, punk-rock wanna be, flavor of the month. To recap-after two beers Irish becomes an ass. So, it has just been best that I stayed away. He was not able to attend this year and so.... I won't admit to every drink I consumed, but there was: wine, tequila shots, and at one point there was a beer for each hand. Cheers! I don't think I pissed anyone off. I hope I didn't. I did threaten to kill someone but it was all in good fun and he ended up dryhumping my leg in the dining room later that evening. Some band (Always the Runner) was crashing in the apartment downstairs after their gig at Cave9. Liesl couldn't convince them to play for us but they did accept the invite to crash the party. I must say they were a delightful bunch of cuties from Louisiana. I hope they go far. Back to my drunken stupor. Like I was saying, who needs mistletoe? I kissed on the mouth and/or licked the cheek of at least half of the ladies and gents at the party. Then we moved the party to the Plaza. More people to kiss and still no mistletoe in sight! I heard that someone in "the circle" was concerned that I might be trying to make a love connection. Just to set the record straight, I don't have time for men who are already taken. I do however have time to flirt with whom ever flirts with me. And that is how I ended up tongue kissing the doorman at the Plaza. (For some reason he wasn't actually working the door last night.) I am proud to say I did go home alone. Not that I wouldn't like to have someone special to sleep beside me. I'm just enjoying my freedom for a while.