Tis the season...

Last week the party of the year (at least in my little circle) took place. As always, it was epic. The fashion and style was top notch. The Lady Gaga songs brought the dancing. The food was unreal. And the cameras were clicking. As evidenced by the sampling to follow. Cari, Jessica and Karen really outdid their selves. I mean where else would you see faces like that. (Note to my mom- Angie is wearing a lovely bib necklace. Very 2009/10. Very on my Christmas wish list. You have 5 days.)
I didn't post this picture to blackmail Jessica. I'm not usually that cruel. No, it is posted to highlight in the far left corner the spinach artichoke dip that I am responsible for making each year. Angie passed on the recipe to me. It is a must make. Have I ever lead you astray?
See. Everyone just looks so darn happy. But this night took a turn for the worst when first Karen realized that her phone was missing. Oh, then Cari's phone was missing. Wait, what... and Angie's. And Jessica's. Something was amiss. (Quite literally.) Suddenly the few remaining party goers were tearing Cari's house apart on a mad search for missing phones. It seemed the more we looked, the more we found missing. Such as Jessica's wallet. Yes, it was no longer in her purse.

Well, Cari suddenly remembered that she left her phone with her boyfriend. So, he stopped back by the house to return it. For a brief moment, we thought that maybe our greatest fear (the one no one was willing to speak out loud) had not occurred. But when nothing else turned up, we slowly accepted the reality that there was a thief among us. A thief among friends. Such an unsettling thought.

As we sat in Cari's living room, exhausted, we reflected over the events of the evening. Our accusations kept landing on one person. The one who was a friend's guest. Well, to make it worse a friend's new boyfriend. A guy who successful creeped out nearly everyone at some point in the evening. So how do you tell a friend that you think her boyfriend is bad news? Or...what if he really didn't do it? While that is not likely, we all have a terrible taste for him in our mouths and have no ability to trust him.

So what do you do? How do you tell a friend that you think her boyfriend is a super sketchy slime ball? Without concrete evidence, that makes for one sticky situation.

But..... Cari's house sure looked great!