Went to my first of many firm Christmas parties on Saturday night. The GF was in town to go with and I was looking forward to showing her off. (Is that wrong? I mean can I be blamed for enjoying being in the company of an attractive woman? Maybe I can just be blamed for saying it out loud. At any rate, I know what the whole trophy wife thing is all about and that's not me. I'm lucky because I get the benefits of the trophy wife thing without all of the demands for a white Beemer, $25K engagement ring and surgery involving silicone. So I'll wrap this up before the aside overtakes the whole post. Needless to say, I'm shamelessly trying to score some points here - lord knows I need 'em. Hi Babe!)
We were set to arrive about an hour after the party started, not by choice but because we had somewhat of a wardrobe malfunction. The GF lost the shirt she was going to wear. When she discovered that the shirt was missing she flew into a rage and I pretty much wrote the night off at that point. Hell hath no fury like a woman who loses part of the outfit she was planning for weeks to wear to her boyfriend's first firm Christmas party. I was shitting bricks and praying that she found it because I had carried her stuff into my house when she arrived two nights before and I thought I might've let it fall outside or something. Anyway, she recovered well - she had something else to wear and she looked awesome. And to her credit, she was chipper soon enough and we had a good time. Oh, and she found the shirt at her house when she got back home today. Whew!
We found the street the party was on and were trying to see the numbers on the houses. We could see this house up in the distance that had a GINORMOUS amount of Christmas lights and outside decorations in the front yard. I mean none of the street lamps, which are photosensitive, were on because of the nova-like brightness coming from this house. The GF giggled and said immediately, "That's it. I know it." I said, "No. Can't be." But secretly I knew she was right. And she was. They had not one, but THREE of those inflatable lawn snow globes - one with a working carousel going around inside it. I shit you not. There were pretty much lights covering every square inch of the house and yard - lighted candycanes and miniature Christmas trees lining the walks, lights dangling from every eave, nary a bush wasn't weighted down with hundreds of lights. Even the backyard was lit up. Before we got out of the truck the GF said, "I bet it's even worse inside." "There's no way," I thought to myself.
The GF was still laughing about all of the yard decorations when we got to the front door. Once inside I made the introductions and said hello to everyone I knew. Then we made it to the kitchen where the alcohol was set up. Before everyone starts thinking that this is the "Ojo got ripped out of his mind and did some hilarious stupid shit at the firm's Christmas party" story, allow me to disappoint - they weren't serving alcohol. I found that out a few days before the party and I still don't know exactly why. My two theories are: 1) Liability - the person throwing the party is a lawyer after all; and 2) he's a deacon at a Baptist church so it may be a religious thing. Whatever the reason, we were allowed to bring whatever we wanted. Some of the girls in the office made sangria. The GF and I brought a couple of bottles of wine. We brought one red and one white. A couple of people made commens about the La Crema and it became obvious in a big hurry that we should've brought two bottles of that one. It was the GF's pick of course, I don't know shit about wine other than there's a handful that I know I like. Anyway, at this mostly dry party our white wine lasted about thirty seconds. It became sort of an inside joke between me and the GF.
Once we each had a glass of wine in hand we looked around for the first time. Let me say this - the GF was right for the second time. The density of Christmas decorations in that house fairly defies description. I have never seen its equal. Door mats, door knob hangers, dish towels, window sill sitting elves, ceramic Christmas villages, animated Santas, fiber optic angels, plush Christmas toys, pillows, toilet seat covers, pull chain ornaments and pretty much every Christmas themed trinket that Disney has ever made. All I know is, if Christmas spirit can be measured by the volume of decorations you own, these folks have more than Father Christmas, Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, Jack Frost, Bing Crosby, Frosty the Snowman, the cast of 'It's a Wonderful Life,' Joseph, the Virgin Mary, the ass she rode to Bethlehem on and the Magi combined. At one point we were led outside to see the boxes of MORE decorations in the garage. We walked through the laundry room to get there and I actually looked BEHIND the hot water heater, fully expecting to see a Goofy Christmas figurine or illuminated sugar plums.
We had a good time at the party. It was nice to see everyone outside of the office environment. And nothing bad or embarrassing happened. I guess there's always next year.
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