Showing posts with label banquet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label banquet. Show all posts

3/1/10

Partying with Cops 101

Disclaimer: This may not work for you if:

1) You don't have a tube top dress on.

2) You can't hold your liquor.

3) You frequently find yourself at the end of the night needing to climb on a table and performing a dance that would make a pervert blush.

Okay, so there are probably more rules to that disclaimer but I'll add on as I continue writing. Oh! Remembered another one already!

4) Your shot making skills are crap.

As the night began an hour early, that last disclaimer actually benefitted me. Nobody knew how to make a Jagerbomb. Seriously? How does one not know that? So scoot over boys, Jeanie's coming through! I'm adding some rules to follow along with the disclaimers.

5) Bring your own shot glasses to the party because big red plastic cups are so not shot worthy.

After three shots that were created to perfection, I reminded my husband of what an ass he made of himself the last year and proudly said, "It's my turn buddy. You keep your ass in check and watch mine tonight." I had the stellar tube top dress on, the compfy heels on and my hair was probably the best it had ever looked in months.

6) Don't tell anybody how much your dress cost because they will in turn look at their wive's dress and say, "How much did you spend on your dress?" (Sorry Christy)

Of course, that last disclaimer bit me in the ass when I told Jerry that I looked like a $5 hooker and he replied, "Well yeah but I'd probably spend $10 on ya." (Thanks Jerry)



7) When saving a table and somebody asks if they can sit with you, don't snicker and laugh, saying, "No, this is the cool table."

But seriously, if you weren't already invited to sit with us, you probably shouldn't have asked. Oh people can be so stupid sometimes. I sat next to my husband on my left and my friend Nita to my right. My husband has a tendency to speak more to his left so I had already knew I needed somebody to my right. (Thanks Nita)



8) When the food arrives, scarf it down as fast as you can because when the award ceremony starts, you can vacate the bore and smoke a cigarette or head to the bar.

9) Claiming a nut allergy will provide hours and hours of dirty jokes. (Thanks again Nita)

10) When there is a lady walking around with a camera asking if she can take your picture, make sure you say loudly, "I am SUCH a picture whore!" Then smile and stick your tits out. Next year's banquet will have about 10+ picture of me. Can't. Freaking. Wait!



11) Don't be afraid to make an ass out of yourself in front of your husband/wive's boss. Trust me, they'll finally understand why your significant other is so difficult to work with.

I got told by my husband's leutinant, "You're a crazy bitch aren't you?" My reply? "And this surprises you? Have you met my husband?"

12) When needing a late night snack, DO NOT bring a bag full of tacos to the party because people will talk shit behind your back.

But seriously, all you assholes knew I was going. Ya shoulda spoke up cause I may look like a $5 hooker but I ain't buying you tacos!

13) Try not to climb on a table when "Tik Tok" comes on the radio.

No, this wasn't me. It was a fellow wife that went with another couple. Her husband had to work. The story is, he is going to kick her ass when he finds out she made an ass out of herself.

14) Embrace when another wife makes an ass out of herself.

Because my husband forgave me for everything when he saw the table dancer. I could've stripped and he still would've thought I was perfect. (Thank you wife that I don't know your name)

15) When you look at the clock and see that it's 4am, try to remember that you aren't under the age of 30 and GO TO BED!

Half of these kids that are cops are all rookies AND are under the age of 30. There is no shame in saying that you are going to bed.

And finally. 16) Don't be afraid to start stripping in the elevator.

Because if you're lucky, when the elevators open, there will be somebody waiting to get in the elevator on floor 3 to ride all the way up to floor 18 with you. Ah, good times, good times. Even luckier, it will be a fellow police officer. My. Husband. Is. Going. To. Kill. Me.



If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.

2/26/10

Friday is for freakazoids.

Yah, I said it. Freakazoid. It's my sister's word. It always makes me giggle. There's a lot about my sister and I that make me giggle. I'm the younger sister so that means that I'm the annoying one. The memories we share are about 30/70. 30% being typical sister-hating stuff but 70% being things that I laugh at to this day. Yah, I love my sister.

Anywho! This Friday is definitely for freakazoids. My husband had a dental appointment at 9am. My kids were on slow motion speed and I have been running around like an idiot doing nothing at all.

::Collective Sigh:: It's 9am. You'd think I was relaxing by now but nope. My husband has called me a total of 5 times in the last 15 minutes because the office is closed. Both my kids have called also to inform me that I forgot to pack their homework folder or give them money. Um, why is it my fault that the office is closed, their homework wasn't put in their backpack and I forgot to run around like a human ATM machine throwing money around? All I can say is if the bank account hadn't informed me that we got paid today, I'd be a pretty pissed off woman right now. But I'm not. ::evil grin::

You see, I plan on being anything BUT pissy this weekend. I'm fully aware that my high expectation is probably going to lead to disappointment but I'm ready for it. Tomorrow is the banquet. It's like Prom for adults. Last year I sat at the table with some friends while my husband did the Honor Guard colors for over 2 hours. Yah, fun, fun, fun. This year, he isn't doing the Honor Guard colors. That guarantees that I won't be dateless and desperate for 2 hours. Last year some girl kept flirting with my husband and informing me of how my husband sexually harasses her on a daily business. This year, this girl is planning on being an uber bitch if that girl does a repeat performance. Last year my husband got stinkin' drunk and pissed in front of about 10 people. This year that husband's wife may have to kill him if he repeats that too.

So there ya go. I've weighed the pros and cons of my weekend. I've established what went wrong last year and realized that it can't get any worse, right? Right?

Well, Friday is for freakazoids but don't ask who's more of a freakazoid. And I know I'm gonna have one helluva story to tell on Monday. It can go two ways.

1) I hate my husband.
2) I hate my husband but he has his qualities.

I think both ways will envelope some comedy. Here's hoping I don't make an ass of myself!

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.

2/24/10

Clueless by being male.

Men are so clueless. Well, that is incorrect. They aren't clueless where they don't realize they've done something....about fifteen minutes too late.

What pray tell had led me to this conclusion? Well, I'm not blind. I'm not stupid. I'm not a man.

I've got about a thousand things to do today to keep my mind off a job interview I have tomorrow so this is going to be a short post. My husband and I are going to a banquet on Saturday. It's an annual thing and every freaking year I have to beg my husband to take me. I mean, come on! I wanna dress up and have some fun dammit! It's like Prom for adults. So I bought a dress yesterday finally. I always wait for the last minute cause 1) I love to buy cheap dresses and boy, was this dress cheap! and 2) I would rather stress for less when it comes to wondering if I'll look alright. So the dress is bought. Megan helped out and loved it. Sound good? Well not so as I still needed my husband's approval.

So here we go. I try it on and here's the convo.

Me: So, what do you think?

Husband: Looks good. (Seriously, this guy is about to be beat. Hello??!! It's strapless and my boobs are practically popping out. "Looks good?")

Me: Do I look like a fat ass? (Yah, I went there)

Husband: No. You look good. How much you wanna bet you'll be the dressiest one there?

Me: Why?

Husband: They changed it to "dress casual" this year. All the wives are pissed cause they wanna dress up.

Me: Well shit! When were you going to inform me of this jacka$$? (Cause seriously, a heads up would've been appreciated)

Husband: What does it matter? You would've dressed up anyway. You look good.

Me: I'm not going for good. I'm going for everyone looking at us and saying, "What the hell is she doing with him?"

Husband: They say that anyway. Your tube tops are famous.

Me: So what are you wearing? (This is where my husband went from clueless to the 15 minute rule of, "Oh shit, how do I save this?")

Husband: With you in that dress? I'm wearing my black suit. I have to at least look like I somewhat belong with you.

Me: Nice save but Ima need more enthusiasm about how hot I look.

Husband: Make me. (He's kidding by the way)

Me: Okay. How about I wear the 4 inch heels and tower over your short ass making you truly look like you paid me to attend this with you. (I'm not kidding by the way)

Husband: How about I just say that you are always the prettiest one at these banquets and you settle with the 2 inch heels?

Me: Deal.

The 4 inch heels hurt my feet anyway.

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.