This morning I had an e-mail from Amazon in my in-box, reminding me not to forget to treat myself, this holiday season. Heh. Heh. I think I have that pretty much taken care of.

(I still have the ad for my laptop taped up at my desk. So I can admire it until the real thing arrives.)

Last night...party time! Not a 'friend' party, a party hosted by a business connection of Lynn's, but it was a good party. A chance to dress up a bit, splash on a bit of perfume, and see occasional* admiring glances in the eyes of passing men.

(* A lot more occasional than they used to be.)

Actually, food-wise, it was a fabulous party. I sampled the duck, rack of lamb, shrimp, crab cakes, mussels, sausage-and-sun-dried-tomato-pasta, cheesecake, brie, chocolate mousse, and chocolate-dipped strawberries.

I did not sample the martini bar. (A) I was driving. (B) Don't like 'em.

Nor did I sample the champagne flowing so liberally, although there was one server with a twinkle in his eye and a very inviting smile I wouldn't have minded....

Ahem

If I'd had more than just about one bite of each food item, I'd have exploded, but most of the portions were thankfully very small. There were easily twenty things I never got to try. Crab, oysters, chicken Wellington, a sushi bar, cream puffs, cheeses and fruits I can't even begin to name. (Like that server....)

I've asked Lynn to get me the chef's autograph, when the occasion occurs. Possibly across my newly-expanded hips. I'm headed back to the diet in a few days.

Downtown Denver isn't someplace I have much reason to go during the holiday season, so the chance to walk over to the City and County building to see the lights wasn't one I've had in a long time. (Well, really, never, I drove by them once, many years ago on a bitterly cold evening. It's rather embarrassing to admit I've lived here for over 15 years and never seen the lights before, except in still photographs. Nice to have that omission rectified.)

I had to make the most of last night. Besides my office party, which will take place during business hours, it's the only party I'll be going to this year.

The weather, which has been gorgeous all week, seems to be working itself toward a storm today. There's a blizzard in the mountains with white-out conditions everywhere. The clouds have piled up against the foothills and are spilling over into the Denver sky.

I need for the storm not to visit us, not before Sunday, anyhow. Saturday I need to get a gift certificate for my Mom to round out my holiday shopping and I don't want to drive to that store in a storm.

(I'm boring when I drone on and on about my story, but I think I'm worse when I talk about anything else. I mean...the weather? I'm reduced to talking about the weather? How embarrassing.)

Anyhow. My first meeting is in 30 minutes. I think I'll walk over to Starbucks. I haven't seen BlanketHeadMan since Monday when, regrettably, I'd forgotten to put any cash in my pocket, but I saw MoonMan yesterday. He appreciated the dollar. He's having trouble funding the engine for his rocket, but he promised to do a flyover of my house before he leaves the planet.