Sometimes You Just Cant' Compete

I hosted a holiday party for my company on Thursday night. Although I worked most of the party, I did get to enjoy myself as well. We had a private room at Kingfish, free-flowing beer and wine, a never-ending table of food and entertainment. I am in the habit of always trying to outdo my previous parties. Since I have experience coordinating weddings and other events, this was a simple task for me. I hired a palm reader, a tarot reader and a contortionist/go-go dancer. I had NO idea how hot the dancer was going to be. She blew all of us away. I am pretty sure that D did not leave her side all night. I was giggling at him as he threw his head back with rambunctious laughter every time she said anything remotely cute. He, along with just about every other person in the room, was completely smitten.

The party was an overall success. Some of the VP's opened tabs at the upstairs bar for additional drinks. I was on my usual Mojito kick, although I only had two that night. I did get to flirt wildly with one of the VP's I have a crush on and he flirted back, it was cute.

At around ten-thirty the main party was over but a group of us headed to the Cats Club for a night of 8o's dancing. We had such a great time. I actually lost my voice from singing so loud. I didn't get home until two AM and paid for it dearly on Friday morning when I had to meet an employee at the office at ten for an exit interview. It really is a good thing they pay me so well.