get your party on!

so as i mentioned before, sunday was our work christmas party. they call it a holiday party but i call it christmas cuz that's my particular holiday. moving on...

of course i wore the red and black houndstooth dress courtesy of mom in law's generous donation. black tights and my red leather chinese laundry stiletos with the black heel. cute! i went to show off to mom, and she's inspecting me like i'm going to a high school party. and then the lady who is staying with us is like, why red shoes? because they look good with black tights. i had to wear the tights because regardless of how hot it is for some reason, this dress doesnt look good without tights. and i'm not wearing black tights and shoes- this is not a middle school recital i'm going to. so shh. mom in law said i looked cute and sexy. yes! she is the only one who is actually out on the town between the three of them, but even if she woulda clowned me i still woulda been happy cuz the dress was bomb.

B called me at about 8 to say he'd take us but wouldnt be going himself. he was pissed at not being able to find these lacoste shoes he thought were fly. he's a moody boy. i tried to reason with him in the car, telling him to just come in with what he had on... but i knew to let him stew in his funk.

kesi had on black pants, a black and gray striped polo and his staceys from the wedding. and the requisite black hat. sharp. we got to the party after much joking and bugging in the car, i'm glad they are getting along. but they both have that off humor...

my supervisor saw me and said i looked "tarted up," for lack of a better term. everyone that said hi kind of lingered on my cleavage. they were doing their thing last night, lol. my friend, the one who got drunk last year, who will now be refered to as DD, wanted to borrow my dress. i was like- you might stretch it a little. this girl is on the way to a breast reduction, which kesi is disappointed by. every time i mention her to someone who's never met her, he makes the "big breasts" gesture.

i ate and drank and we took a commemorative photo. i'm gonna mail it to my grandma. we danced to some oldies and we had to have been the youngest people on the floor at the time. kesi was doing his old man twostep. he looked like his mom except she tends to dance around her butt and he takes it from the knees. lol. or kicks one foot out in front of the other like a temptation. good stuff. there was a guy there who was dressed like r kelly on the 12 play album but danced like the guy from dave chapelle who does the robot. he was dancing with a woman but they were about 8 feet away from each other because his dance style consisted of him walking around the whole dance floor doing hand gestures. i'd catch him on the left side, then the right, then the left again... i felt sorry for his date. he really was getting it.

an hour into our being there, who shows up? B! horray! i was so happy he came cuz i know he'd be sitting at home bored. he had on a peach linen outfit. and the clear air forces. good disguise for lack of dress shoes.

all night i was pointing out to kesi the people i constantly talk about at home. my football player hotel manager and her husband; the Hater, who he says looks like a crazy chick; my supervisor and his, ahem, roommate. the people who want to take his place, who he laughs at for even imagining they could; the one with "five kids;" all the people who get clever nicknames. he even made up a few of his own. my kitchen hookup is now known as e40. he wore this pimpaliscious outfit complete with the glasses. foolish.

we had the electric slide and even a soul train line. older people act a mess when they get liquor in em. though i must say, when they played let me clear my throat, i did the ed lover dance and kesi did the doug e fresh head rub move. hey! they played walk it out at the end and me, Hater and DD were getting it. DD said we needed to show up the chicks from front desk cuz they felt like they were doing somethin. we walked it out all the way to them and showed them how you supposed to do it do it do it. leaving on a good note. Hater decided to hop in the car with us and B decided to let her. i have nothing to say about that...

after we left it became apparent that B was a lil messed up. why? cuz we pulled into the parking space at mcdonalds and he hit the freakin curb! boo. luckily he has this ability to never get pulled over.

all in all a great night. i looked good and had a great time. next up is new years!