I often bemoan the fact that I don't have enough friends/social events/things to do in general. Why won't more people invite me to their posh VIP evenings? Why aren't I in with the bartenders at some super-awesome place so that, when I'm there, I drink free? Why am I always on my couch in nightpants?
And then I remember: it's because I'm generally too lazy to bother to make it out of said nightpants, let alone out of my house, even when I DO have an invite to a place full of people I know and already like.
A red-carpet lifestyle seems so appealing, and yet I can't even be bothered to shower on my days off. I look back on photos from college, or through albums of friends who, at least according to their limited self-selection of facebook pictures, are totally ker-AZ-y!, and think that's what I want, but then I realize the new episode of "White Collar" still hasn't been watched, and I simply navigate away from these reminders of my shame. I salivate over fashion magazines and still spend 2/3 of my life in non-clothes.
The holiday season is upon us, and theoretically it's a time to turn things around - social engagements abound, even for me, and I've managed to rack up quite a few dresses that are truly more comfortable than any sweatshirt can ever be...
...but let's be real. Come January 1, I'll be only slightly hungover, having left a New Year's party earlyish, because I wanted to get home and watch that Paula Deen special I'd tivoed.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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