Last night was hubby's company Christmas Party. If you are a regular you know that hubby works for a pretty amazing company that knows how to throw a Christmas party. This year was just as great as last year minus The Janet Jacksonish Wardrobe Malfunction and the Not Free Coffee. If you did not read that post - garter belts are a must and remember to pay for your purchases. This year as an added bonus we did not get pulled over! So yay us!
I have not had a decent night's sleep in weeks, so I am just going to give you a list entitled:
Not Your Regular Office Christmas Party
1. I wore a dress I got from Goodwill.
|Did it work? You be the judge.|
3. We spent six hours sans children.
4. The Owner of the Company took time to chat with people in a genuine way. Not only is he great for keeping hubby employed so that we can all eat and stuff, he is also great because he said he "enjoys my blog." (That's not really a direct quote because my mind is a sieve - but it's close enough.) Say what? Yes. Apparently the Owner of a COMPANY has read my blog. Sa-weet! Merry Christmas, Owner of Company!
5. We sat next to a lovely couple, Fred and Ginger (Names changed to protect the innocent. I think I changed their names. You know I am REALLY bad with names). Here's why they were lovely:
- They had four children as well, so they understood the excitement that comes with being away from home for a company Christmas Party (or for any reason for that matter).
- .When they asked if I "worked outside the home" they did not use any acronyms. Nor did they shrink back awkwardly when hubby explained what I do. By the way, what do I do?
- When I told Ginger I did not enjoy dancing but did enjoy chair dancing, there *may* have been some confusion around the table about the critical differences between chair dancing and lap dancing. Then when I explained (don't worry - not in detail) what I meant, instead of thinking I was a total nut, she laughed.
- Hubby and I doing the fish hook move (or was it just me?) *may* have gotten Fred and Ginger on to the dance floor.
|Hubby, is that you?|
8. I got to eat food that I didn't have to cook without the interruption of four small people incessantly asking me for
9. Virginia (hubby's supervisor) was hubby's dance partner for the dance competition, not me! I am one body part from neck to knees, so dancing is not my friend (see #5). Hubby, on the other hand, is Plastic Man from the 70's. Sadly, they did not win the dance competition. It was not for lack of trying. Awesome dancing Virginia and hubby!
|Hubby doing the "warm up" to the competition.|
That's my list bloggy peeps. I can really only think of one thing I don't like about hubby's company Christmas party. It only comes once a year. Countdown: Seven. Happy day!