The Christmas Party
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 03:15PM The Christmas Party–God Bless us Every One– Even the Weird Guy at the Punch Bowl
It’s over. I did it - the Christmas party I didn’t want to go to but couldn’t for the usual reasons avoid. A hot bath and a tiny sample of the latest perfume I got from the sales rep squirting pieces of paper at the mall helped me prep – and grabbing my big girl heels and dusting off my evening bag -checking carefully inside for spiders, I was off.
The doorbell was rigged to play Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer which after the first 12 seconds began to grate on me, never mind hearing it the fifteenth, the fortieth and the ninety-fifth times. Note to self; never ever rig the doorbell to do anything other than bing or bong. Scoping out the room for mistletoe I felt ready to proceed – one clump at one o’clock, another at five thirty – and a huge big ball right hovered in front of the hallway to the bathrooms.