Went to a Xmas party that some friends have been throwing for the last 10+ years. Usually a big affair, 25-30 people, tons-o-food, ornament exchange. Knew it would be a little... different... this year, as the couple is getting divorced this spring because the guy found out his wife had a fling with a good mutual friend. They are waiting until after the holidays to tell their 2 small kids, because they don't want to ruin Xmas for them.

It was a small affair, only like 9 adults & 5 kids. The only person I haven't known for years was this blonde 'christian' woman, who is a preschool teacher at the local Christian school.

There was alcohol around, & everyone indulged a bit. Because K was havina quite a few beers, I kept it to 2 drinks early in the evening, so I could drive home. Even though I didn't know this new woman, she certainly wanted to tell me all about herself. It probably wouldn't have been so bad, but she was so drunk that she was quite rambling, and the stench of her breath made me want to wince. I'm sure I got that look of partician familial disapproval on my face that I've seen so often on my mother & grandmother. Not that I tried, but at least once I felt my face set into familiar lines.

She went on & on about her Masters in Education, how she was working on a doctorate in the same area. Then some long story about her husbsnds family, how they wew Russian jews (or atheists, as she intermittently called them), twins with spondylosis who did vaudeville as kids. Owned several ski resorts, race cars, made many million dollars... like she was trying to impress us. How her kid had back pain, but she wouldn't take him in because there was "nothing they could do about it." How the family "breaks like icicles in the snow" so several had died skiing due to their disease. Downstairs, in the wife's part of the house, she told K how she used to be a lingerie model at Nordstroms 10 years & 60 pounds ago, how her husband says she's too fat for him to fuck, which I agree is a bad attitude for a spouse. But if she talks to him like that? He'd should be able to find better uses for her mouth that would please him & shut her up. K tried to be supportive, which only egged her on, probably.

When it was finally time to go, I found out that she'd gone all moony-eyed over K, got him to go over to her house w/2 other people to "check on her 2 teenaged sons" (who she admitted on the drive weren't even home), sat all over him in the car, & then tried to kiss him at her house, as she was giving them the grand tour. Then later as we were packing up uo go, after I'd sat there semi-patiently (well, OK, maybe I *did* point out a few irregularities in her ramblings), she told K that I was a bore.

And while I'm sure that *some parts* of this story are a bit boring, I don't think that's usually the case.

Good Christian morals there.