Saturday night, I got all dolled up to go to a party with Jeff. Now, I should have known it would be a yawn-fest given that it was a party for the American Chemical Society local chapter. But, you know, get a few drinks in some people and they can be fun. Not. So. Much. First off, the only alcohol we were offered was a substance called "glug". Yes, GLUG! Glug is some type of traditional spiced wine, but I'm telling you, it was cheap red wine with RAISINS and CLOVES floating in the bottom. Oh those chunks were cleverly hidden by the ruby hue of the wine, but they were there! The wine was steaming hot, the better to encourage sipping, which just delays the shock of finding raisins, cloves and who knows what else floating in the bottom of the (tiny) teacup it was served in. I hate wine, and certainly warm wine with floaties ranks right near the very bottom of my list. I'm pretty sure it's called "glug" because that's the sound it made as I tossed it down the sink when the hostess wasn't looking.
Beyond the lack of decent spirits, the crowd couldn't have been more weird. Jokes about the periodic table abounded and most everyone was "in higher education". I busied myself perusing a 2006 Victoria magazine (seriously, who saves magazines for THREE years?) from the carefully arranged line of about 20 magazines on the coffee table (none current). I tried to make conversation, even got a rousing debate started about kids and cell phones only to have that interrupted by some nerd alert. To make matters worse, midway through the "party" there was a "call to meeting" and all the ACS members had to have their monthly meeting in another room. Which left me with the geek spouses. Which kind of makes me a geek spouse. Not liking my new status (and kicking myself, yet again, for not carrying a flask AT ALL TIMES), I snooped around the house a bit, giggling at pictures of yesteryear and giant wall hanging/tapestries of sunflowers. Ok, so old people lived there. But the peeking Santa on the toilet seat was a little much (I didn't have to pee, I just went in there to kill time).
The one redeeming thing about the party was that desserts were served! My eyes grew wide with delight upon seeing the sugary spread. I took a little of everything (except the "diabetic dessert with no sugar" - whatever) and only about two things even tasted good. Major disappointment. Plus, I got so thirsty after eating this chocolate pie thingy, and knowing there was only "glug" to quench my thirst, finally resorted to warmish tap water that I sipped out of a crystal wine glass. FINALLY, finally it was acceptable to go home and Jeff and I escaped in a hurry.
My husband. The ACS chair-elect. Which means next year he's THE head geek. The king. I'm so proud of him..........