Tomorrow evening is my unit's holiday party. It's an annual event, hosted at someone's house. I work with over 500 people in my agency, but our unit party is just for my cohorts, 10 of the awesomest people you'll ever want to meet, and their similarly situated spouses.
Last year was at our house, as is this year's. Potluck, and a wine contest: most original name, and most original label. (My original label entry and my original name entry). After dinner, we play Catch Phrase, girls vs. boys. It's wicked fun, especially after a few bottles of wine. And not just because the girls always win the game.
It's nice to host because Brody (aka, the life of the party) can be there, (he gave everyone hugs and kisses, two rounds, last year) and we do not have to drive home afterward. And because even after we consume about 10 bottles of wine, we, the hosts, get to keep the unopened 10 bottles of wine.
To give you an idea of the awesomeness that is my work life, I just sent this email to my co-workers, boss, and my boss's boss. My boss responded, and called the email "outstanding." Who says lawyers can't rap?
Tomorrow is our unit's sublime partay,
Which starts at 6 o'clock on South Estes Way.
Before you leave your home and brave the ice and snow,
Remember these rules, they will keep you in the know.
Our street is lovely, but a cul-de-sac
Meaning no plows ever & still snow-packed!
Our dogs and cat can't wait to see you at your ease,
Remember your Claritin, lest you start to sneeze.
The glasses are ready to hold all of your wine,
Maria's at our house now, making it shine.
Brody has a cough, but we think he is fine,
But take all your vitamins so you don't decline.
Dress is casual; yes, you can wear jeans.
If you get lost, our porch light will be green.