Tis' the season, ya know, and all...

How did I forget this one? An entry by redsneakz over at Separation Anxiety reminded me about my company “Holiday” party. How on earth could I have forgotten to mention that episode?

Every year I am usually in charge of planning a fall company “retreat.” (I love party planning! I do. Just ask Andi about my Halloween party obsession. Has there ever been another Halloween party in the Mid-West with a belly dancer? I think not.) Anyways, this year the party planning was taken off of my hands (something about me having too much stress) and it was decided that our fall company retreat would be cancelled and instead we would have a “Holiday” party. I think all I contributed to this party was a “Sure, fondue sounds nice. I’d go with the green beans. May I suggest open bar. No, okay then cash bar is fine.”

Way back in September I had asked DK to attend this Holiday party with me. I was not going “stag”. No way, no how! Well, with all those issues surrounding DK and myself…guess what…I went stag. I debated on whether to go or not. I was in a rotten, loathsome mood. But, I had already bought a new outfit and my boss did plead with me to come (“screw the date” I think she said.) So I pulled out the big guns, hot rollered my hair, pushed up my tits and made it one hell of a “dancing queen” night. “Screw the date. I can dance alone.”

I arrived (late) with Layli’ and her husband Scott. All the tables were full except for the one right up by the podium (the boss’ table.) So the three amigos (Layli’, myself and my good buddy Ray/ AKA troublemakers) all had to sit in the front of the classroom by the teachers desk. Did I mention this was the Bahi’ table as well? No. Oh, well 4 out of the 7 people at the “teachers table” were Bahi’ and do not partake in alcohol…including the boss. I actually had Tracy hit the bar for me and bring my drink (a tall Jack & Coke) to me as I buried myself in the back of the room as not to be seen partaking in alcohol by "the teacher." It’s not like the whiskey didn’t permeate thru my pores for the entire rest of the night, but Hey! At least I danced a bit better.

I did have a slight chuckle when K left the room during the couples dance. (Ahhh, poor K…no DK to dance with…why don’t you go call him and tell him how hot my tits look tonight.)

By the end of the night, my friend Taryn had found a very prized possession. She had found a ditched name tag from another party being held that night that read “Hello! My name is Tootsie Whitmore.” Taryn pasted the tag to her left breast and became a very half-cocked Tootsie. Priceless.

We had a little “after-party party” and I ended up dancing until my legs hurt. I can shake my bootie just fine thank you, date or no date. Tis’ the season ya know and all. Can't wait till next years party. Ug.