The Company Christmas Party is practically an urban legend in American culture. Everyone knows the story, a story, of a Company Christmas Party gone horribly wrong. There are movies, and many a tv show episode, capitalizing on the comedy of all-things-that-can-go-wrong at a Company Christmas Party. Dave had a Company Christmas Party last weekend.
The Company Christmas Party is never my favorite. There’s dressing up, being polite, eating too much food… being on good behavior. All things that don’t really appeal to me, except maybe eating the too much food. I’m a good eater. This year I was dreading it more than usual. We’ve been battling illness in my house, and it had completely worn me down. And there was karaoke. I hate karaoke. I can’t sing, and now there was mandatory karaoke. Urgh.
Luckily I’m blessed with a fantabulous, supportive husband, with an even better sense of humor. We had to go. We had to sing. Someone would probably make a fool out of themselves, it might as well be us. It was after all, The Company Christmas Party.
Dave ran out & got us some adorably goofy Santa hats, his with yoda ears, mine with sparkles, and cheap sunglasses, I cajoled my bestest friend into bringing helium-filled balloons from work. When it was our turn at the mandatory karaoke mic, we happily squeaked out “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in nothing resembling our real voices. Even better? We actually had fun!
Love it! You took lemons and made lemonade!