Monday, November 26, 2007

At midnight she turned into Gene Simmons


I yawned as we pulled out of the rink parking lot Saturday evening. B and I had just played hockey, changed into demure party clothes in the locker rooms, and were on our way to his company Christmas party at a swank golf club.

"Don't worry Sweetie, we don't have to stay long. We'll just make a little small talk to my bosses, compliment their spouses' outfits, eat dinner and get outta there by 9:30."

"I hate it when when I can't remember their names. When I give you that pained look, it's your signal to say, 'So-and-so, have you met my wife?'"

"Sure. Thanks for being a trooper, I realize my company party is an ordeal. You only meet these folks once a year, they'll talk shop, and you have to sit through speeches and the President's report on our yearly corporate profits. I promise we'll leave as soon as we decently can."

Later, at about 12:00:





That's me on the left.

As I sat down, sweating from my Kiss performance, B said: "O.K. Sweetie, it's really time to go home now."

Then the D.J. cued up the song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." I dragged B to the dance floor as his eyes rolled.



We closed down the party. Yippie Yi Yay.

20 comments:

Ian Lidster said...

Too bad at your party you didn't do Blondie then you could have been Deborah (sigh) Harry. Would suit you perfectly in my esteem. But, you do make an adorable Gene Simmons.

Ian Lidster said...

PS Thanks for the offer with the nappies. I'll remember, 'No starch!'

Big Brother said...

Aren't you the party animal? Good KISS imitation, you must play a mean air guitar. ;o) My wife's company parties sure aren't as exciting as that. :o(

Carver said...

Too funny. Great pictures and it looks like a lot more fun than any company party I've been to.

Jazz said...

I love when a party I don't want to go to ends up being fun.

Voyager said...

Ian, so you've got a thing for Debbie Harry. Interesting. What ever happened to her anyway? Is she living in obscurity somewhere?

Big brother, Carver and Jazz; who knew a company party could be a real blast? The problem with past years' parties must be that we left too early, before things really got going. For those of you with such parties still ahead this season, take my advice: Hang in there! And take a cab home.

Ian Lidster said...

Dear Voyager: Debbie Harry is still working and still looking splendid and still makes my heart (just my heart, you understand) to pitta-pat.

Diana said...

I knew it! You DO rock!

Echomouse said...

Funny pics! You look like my cat in that last shot. That's the face he makes when he wants something. lol

At least it seemed to be a fun party. Office parties are usually hell.

jmb said...

That's too funny, Voyager. How come it wasn't boring this year? New organizer?
Obviously a good time was had by all.

Dumdad said...

Rock 'n' roll! You put Gene Simmons to shame...

Alda said...

Wow! Who did your makeup? Very professional.

Incidentally, is it normal for the boss to talk company profits at the Christmas party? Here in Niceland the Xmas party is strictly for fun - and there's another meeting where all that boring business talk is conducted.

Ninja Of The Mundane said...

"Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" may be the most morally unforgivable song of all time. "Big" and "Rich" should immediately report to a sanitarium for sterilization ... for neither has anything useful to offer the gene pool.

Ruth D~ said...

Ain't that always the way? :>) Looks like it was worth hanging around 'til the end.

Voyager said...

Ian; At our age, whatever makes our heart go "pitta pat" is all good.

Diana; It's easy to rock in a mask and fake guitar. With a few beers under the belt.

echomouse, I have found out since that night that the Kiss mask I was given is a copy of the make up worn by the drummer, who indeed was taking on a cat persona.

jmb, Maybe we just never stayed long enough before to give the party a chance.

Alda, Actually I was wearing a full wig-and-face mask, not make-up. And yes, the president did go into the profits and successes of the company in the last year. I have no idea if that is typical for Christmas parties in the private sector. The only experience I have is my husband's annual party. I've been in government so long now. Where we pay out of our own pocket for lame Christmas parties.

Ninja; But it's got a great dance beat!

Ruth; I'll never pre-judge a party again. Or leave too early!

Jocelyn said...

This is HILARIOUS.

The party after hockey marks you forever as Canadian.

Or Minnesotan.

riseoutofme said...

You party ANIMAL, you!

I love it when stodgy affairs reinvent themselves as blasts!

Coffee-Drinking Woman said...

remind me to invite you to my next party.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

Gene Simmons would be proud.

CS said...

That looks like a hell of a company party. I don't think I've been to one quite like that.