Saturday night was my annual work holiday party.
Last year we had the party in the upstairs area of a restaurant where we got 2 free drink tickets and then we had to pay (but if I recall correctly, we all ended up drinking for free by the end of the night).
My hair was also really short last year…
This year, my company moved the party to a clubhouse, had it catered, and decided to have open bar.
How cute are the strawberry snowmen?? (and for the record, there was no meat in that trifle)
I volunteered to drive several of my friends and coworkers (who you might recognized from this post – it’s awesome working with good friends!). If I was going to be sober, then people better be drinking for me.
Oh hey there squinty eye…
The night started off (before we even left) with a squirrel incident, but we got back on track with a toast.
And as soon as we got to the party the liquor started flowing.
To be honest, I’ve never been at a work function before where people just let loose. It was fun watching everyone do shots and thinking, “Man they are really going to regret this tomorrow.”
I’m pretty sure at like half of them did.
While I was there, I did get to hold a 5 week old newborn. Man, I forgot how small babies are.
Around 11:30 we headed home – not realizing that the night was not even close to being over.
First I got lost (we were not even remotely close to home). Then I had to pull into a 7-Eleven. Not because I needed directions. Nope. But because a certain someone got sick in my car. Someone quickly turned into two people… because you know how that goes. We then we spent an hour and a half at the gas station. AN HOUR AND A HALF. Thankfully, the attendee working was really nice. I went and visited him at least 4-5 times for napkins. He said that he sees this stuff all the time. I’m not quite sure he meant that he sees 30-40-somethings getting sick in a minivan.
I, truthfully, was not amused but I tried to keep a good game face. Or I tried to. There MUST be something about me because this seems to be a trend when I am DD. I think I need to stick with being the drinker.
Thankfully by 2:30 everyone was home safe and sound — and the puking had stopped. In the end, it was a good night and there’s now A LOT of look back and laugh about. However, my new car no longer smells like new car. In fact it has less than 1400 miles on it and it’s already been hit (and fixed) and puked in. Fantastic. I guess that’s what I get for thinking one of my kids would be the one to christen my car with puke. Hmmm…I was definitely wrong about that one.
‘Tis the season…