This past weekend was my company Christmas Party. What an evening to remember. With this post is my story of one of last years Parties I had the opportunity to attend. My manager is a very caring and giving person. This year he gave everyone a crystal set of some kind. I received a beautiful Crystal Champagne Ice Bucket with 4 crystal glasses to match. When you cling them together they make a beautiful sound not just a *clink* of glass together.
This year I took a date. Wolfman, I had a GREAT time! Thanks for dressing up at my beckoning and looking so great! I think you outshined alot of people including myself. Sorry about the hangover on Sunday :(
My company hosts a formal event every year. We have a ball room with a dj, dance floor, 6 course meal, and an open bar. You can bet with almost everyone there the open bar was the highlight of the evening. Between the toasting of a job well done, and how great the upcoming year will be alot of drinks were drank and massive merriness ensued. Everyone was dressed very elegantly in tux and tails or very nice suits and gowns, cocktail dresses and exquisite wear. The women beautiful, the men hansome, the drinks pouring, the food eaten, the dancing beginning. Pretty soon the gowns and tuxes forgotten, everyone breaking loose on the dance floor and the merriment getting more boisterous, pretty soon the party was a group of people having a great time not caring if they were dressed in their finest or not on the dance floor shaking everything they were worth even if they couldn't dance. What a great party! As the evening progressed a few people headed home early. Then the middle group that lasted until about 11pm and the final group that stayed until the dj and bartender called it a night and then headed for the hotel bar.
I was part of the group that departed at 11pm. Mr. Wolfman had consumed 2 or 3 mixed drinks and 4 shots of tequila had had enough for one night. I had out done him with 3-4 drinks and 6 shots of tequila. I was walking him to the elevator and up to our room. What a light weight :) I am proud of him though he didn't get sick, although, I know his head wasn't feeling all that great the next day. Poor guy! We had a good time though. That's all that matters.
Here is my rendition of what happened last year to prepare for the party. Not much changes.
Cinderella
I was to attend a semi-formal business event for my company with another business acquaintance of mine who did not want to go alone. I was very uncomfortable with the idea of having to go shopping and focus on hair, nails and make up as well as think about finding the “right” dress or outfit to wear. With all this was to entail I wasn’t too keen on the idea of going but he wanted to make sure I went as according to shopper I “deserved” to be there. I thought about this and wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not knowing what was coming up over the next week to get ready.
I had less than a week and I thought I can do this in less than a week. I told Shopper about it and she got all excited and giddy. She was thrilled that I was going to have to dress up and do my hair and make up. She had been waiting a long time to get her “cosmetological” hands on me.
I had just entered my worst nightmare. Shopper was just chomping at the bit to get me out shopping. She and I agreed that we would make the dress that she had in mind as she is a very creative individual and a licensed cosmetologist. She is a very creative person who loves to use her creative talents on making others happy or miserable depending on how you looked at it. I could tell my next week was going to be a complete nightmare. Shopper was calling me almost every hour except for when I was at work and I sometimes wonder if she didn’t call and hang up.
We spent an evening shopping for material her idea of neat was bright and colorful. Mine wasn’t quite the bright neon pink she seemed to adore. I prefer the traditional black or calm colors like blue and green or aquamarine. After a bit of no and no and well how about this? We finally agreed on a black satin material with a lace over in the same pattern.
She worked night and day for two days finishing this dress. She so wanted things to be perfect. The fourth day she decided that I didn’t have any shoes to match the dress. My mouth fell open and I looked at her incredulously. How many pairs of shoes did one person need? I already, in my opinion, had too many pairs. She looked at me and couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Any self respecting woman could never have enough shoes. I sat and laughed quietly to myself as I didn’t want to offend the queen of chic.
We were out the door to find shoes. We went from store to store having her force me to try on shoes. One inch, two inch, three inch heels, how in the hell do women walk in these things? She looked at me and very sternly said, “You will get used to it. Deal with it!” After going to at least eight different stores we ended up back at the original store buying the one pair I had tried on first. Ugh!! All of that for the first pair I tried on anyway? What’s up with that?
She wanted me to go home and practice walking in them so I wouldn’t stumble all over myself the night of the event. I laughed and agreed I would have too I am not accustomed to walking around in two or three inch high heeled shoes. I wasn’t even sure I was going to be safe. One trip and I was going over like a tree. TIMBER!! Maybe at this point life insurance would be a good thing.
She gave me a day of reprieve and then the night of the event arrived. She was so nervous. It was like she was Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother and she was getting her ready for the Ball. I sat and laughed and sighed as I wasn’t prepared for everything she had in mind. She was mentioning waxing, and then tried to approach me with a stick that had a bunch of goo on it. Now what the hell was she going to do with that? It wasn’t going to touch me in any way shape or form. Working in the septic industry having someone approach you with some “brown stuff on a stick” just isn’t right. I explained this to her and she just started to laugh an evil laugh. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She applied what she needed to where she needed to and then started to apply a cloth. I knew what she was about to do and I was a bit fearful. I am not one for allowing pain especially when it is happening to me. She suddenly changed the subject and got my attention diverted when all of a sudden she ripped that piece of cloth from my body. Bloody Hell!! She almost had to tie me down. Nothing like having a good patch of hair ripped from your body when you least expect it! There was no way I was going to allow her to do that again. She once again approached me with that stick with the goo on it and told me if she didn’t do it one more time that I would look like the biggest dork on the face of the earth. My thought was that if I looked like a dork I didn’t care I didn’t want to experience that kind of pain again. I reluctantly let her do it again and again I was cringing when I noticed she was attempting to divert my attention again. I should have let her. It hurt more the second time knowing it was coming. How do women put up with this on a regular basis?
After the waxing that wasn’t supposed to hurt a bit, came the hair and make up. She again was so excited that I let her get her hands on me it wasn’t funny. This part wasn’t so bad. All I had to do was sit there as she cut and styled my hair. Although I did watch her closely she had discussed wanting to use hair dye and I didn’t want to have anything to do with that.
The time to go and meet my date was upon me The accessories had to be on just right. I had to hold my bag in the proper manner. She reminded me to use my manners. I finally told her enough was enough. I was raised with manners and my sharp tongue would be held in check. I was in for a night of "extravagance". Until I received a call, my date was extremely sick and couldn't make it.
All that trouble to be "presentable" **Sigh** Another day in paradise?
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