I wanted to talk about parties. I have this very odd relationship to formal events. I really love them- heck, I even love doing the electric slide at bar mitzvahs. I love cocktail hour, and being around people all dressed up, and hearing good bands. I adore the pomp and circumstance and a company head telling us how successful our year has been. I loved semiformal dances in school, and in college, and I even got this wonderful band I know from high school to play at our Honor's Ball one year (who apparently just re-did their website).
This year, my work holiday party was held on Saturday- a bit belated for the holidays, but by doing it in January they ensure that most everybody can make it. I do love all the fun of the party, and the jazz band and the cocktails and the ice sculpture of the company logo that serves to ice our martinis... but it's a big party.
I get really nervous before parties. I don't know what to do with my hair, I am slow with makeup (I even wear makeup... that's really a rarity). I never know how much time it will take to get ready, and I'm afraid to start too early because I'm completely fidgety until the moment I leave.
This party was no exception- the party was wonderful, but I was all nerves beforetimes! After all, my coworkers had mostly not met Jamie, and I was nervous he wouldn't enjoy himself, or the food wouldn't be good, just anything really. My concerns were unfounded, however. The cocktail hour was lovely, we circulated the room like old pros, Jamie was a beacon of entertainment and light the whole night, and we danced up a storm once the evening got late. It was lovely.
Here's some photo evidence.
And one sappy photo, for the road.
1 comment:
You look lovely! And what a handsome date. BTW: you definitely choose a great do for your hair. One of my favorite looks--simple yet classy.
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