Dec
6
We went to BDH’s company Christmas party last night.
Let me say right off the bat, I have been to some VERY BAD corporate Christmas parties. I have worked for some very sketchy companies and generally speaking, you have to endure these cheap-ola Christmas parties, badly catered, with lots of badly behaved coworkers and drunken dancing… And at one, some hookers came in off the street and crashed the party. So I know that most of the time, you are there to make an appearance, show “you’re one of the team” (oh dotGod, how I hate that about corporate culture), and then escape as quickly as humanly possible.
This? Was not one of those parties.
They do such an excellent job with their corporate Christmas party at BDH’s company. They spare no expense, and it’s an elegant and social evening. Lots of mingling and chatting, gorgeous atmosphere, excellent (if some years a bit too haute cuisine) food — and absolutely NO DANCING. It’s always an event to look forward to. You get dressed up, you go to a lovely restaurant, and always have a nice time.
And last night was probably the best one yet. The food was simplified this year — no crazy weed salad with a big hunk of brie and walnuts in the middle, no strange herb-flavoured chocolate as in previous years — so we had very good steak or fish or something else (I forget), and caesar salad, and this awesome seafood crepe appetizer, and a big decadent dessert. The wine was lovely. The group we had at our table was fun, full of lively conversation. It was an excellent night.
(And BDH was part of the two-person committee that arranged everything. And it was PERFECT.)
This morning, however, I feel like I overindulged the night before — which indeed, I certainly did. I ate until I was stuffed. All that rich, wonderful food… and today, I have that “oh-my-doG-I-can’t-even-LOOK-at-food” kind of feeling. Happily, the red wine I drank did NOT come back to haunt me — no tannin headache (yet). And I am really tired.
But it was totally worth it. Not every week, of course… But for one special night of the year, we eat and drink until we’re ready to burst. And have a lovely time.
I almost — ALMOST — feel a bit Christmassy now.
(Talk to me after I operate on the dishwasher. I’ll be back to my Grinchy self.)
