Dragon

Oh, company Christmas parties. I'm starting to wonder if I'm ever going to recover from this one. I woke up this morning in bed still fully dressed in my cocktail dress, stockings, bra and all. This is how my day started, and it's been an uphill climb ever since. The party was a great time. It was a harbor cruise with a full bar offering free wine and beer for the first hour, followed by clam chowder (yummy chunky goodness), followed by an Italian buffet, followed by pastries, followed by more drinking, followed by hitting the bar at Legal Seafood across the way after we docked. (Side note: Legal makes a fan-fucking-tastic Irish Coffee). The group of folks in attendance couldn't have been better. Seriously, if I had made a list of which of the guys I wanted to show up for the party it would have been all of the guys who did. Definitely some of my favorite people that I work with, and meeting all of their wives was entertaining to say the least. Anyway, I brought my friend, Bob, as my date since I didn't want to go stag, but I also didn't think this would be the appropriate place to bring a new guy. And since he and I don't get to hang out all that often, we tied one on and continued the drinking after everyone else headed for home. We would have kept going, but Legal threw us out. Probably for the best considering my current state. What's funny to me is that this really feels like the absolute longest day ever, when in actuality, it's technically the shortest seeing as it's the winter solstice today. But, despite my moving very slowly, despite the million mile stare, despite the growl in my tummy from drinking too much coffee just to make it through the day, it was so very very worth it if for no other reason than the brightening of my spirits.