So the roommate is gone. I got irritated after she bailed on a meeting with the landlady. She claimed that she was too busy with work and would be out of town for a few days. So, I got ticked off and told her to leave if she wasn't serious about living here. We exchanged texts back and forth, and agreed to have a talk. About a day later, I ran into her at the house. She said she had a change of plans and decided to party with her friend. Spiced Egg doesn't like such signs of disrespect. We never had a talk because she decided to leave after all. Good riddance!
A week later, I threw a Halloween bash at my place. Recently there was a big fire in our town, and about twenty seven people were displaced from their apartments. I decided to turn the event into a charity ball and set up a donation box for the fire victims. After several drinks, people chipped in whatever they could. We had a blast and partied till about 6:30 am! Oh I dressed up as Miss Tidy Cat Litter, while my co-host dressed up as Queen Elizabeth. In our formal portrait, however, I'm Miss Moussaka.
Oh the money went to the Red Cross. When the receptionist asked who it was from, I just gave her my real name. My friend, the Queen, said I should have replied "Princess Moussaka." Next time, I'll have to use the name of our foundation. Egg & Friends? That sounds good! Just like moussaka...oh I LOVE Greek food!
