Crashed!

This past weekend was our annual Christmas party. All the regulars were there. We had Montell Jordan kicking it old school for us. Everything was going great...and then the Governor showed up...uninvited. He just burst through the door like he owned the place. He tried to be buddy buddy with all of my guests. Well, except Elton John that is. He stayed at least 30 feet from him at all times like he had a disease or something.

Everyone tried to ignore him, and for the next 30 minutes or so we were able to enjoy ourselves. But then the governor got into the eggnog. Not good. That's when the dancing began. I really didn't know that the human body could be placed in such painful looking contortions. Usher became ill and left. T-Boz wasn't far behind him. Things started to get really awkward when he tried to convince the unmarried guests to sign abstinence pledges. Finally, Jimmy Carter just walked up and punched him in the face. At that point, the party was pretty much over.

We had to call the state troopers to come recover the governor, and Amanda and I started to clean up as our guests filed out. Even worse, we discovered that the governor must have stepped in dog crap because he had tracked it all over our carpet.