Entry: Xmas party '09

Xmas party '09 was interesting (to say the least). I opted out of my company's party and decided to escort a very nice co-worker to hers instead. It took place in the usual spot...the Embassy Suites Convention Center, right next to the N. Charleston Coliseum. I really do think that 95% of all Xmas parties take place there.

The party itself was a blast. Good friends, good people, good times. SOME dancing was involved, but most were too inebriated to pay too much attention to the pregnant camel (ie, me) in the middle doin' my thang. I find the songs that you can simply rock back and forth to to be the best. :)

About halfway through the party, a co-worker and I decided to go party hopping. This was almost inevitable given that there were four separate parties side-by-side. The Meade-Westvaco party was kinda...well...there. We walked in...we walked out. We walked over to the next one in line and they had just closed their doors. I forget what company it was, but MAN are they light-weights! The final selection was the gem. It was a party put on by Trident Health Care. I had no qualms crashing THAT one. Of course, I kept very close to my rule of not consuming anything since it wasn't my party and I wasn't invited. The decor was top notch. Central bar (with plenty of Pepsi for people like me) surrounding a giant Xmas tree, large fake patio trees all around the room with decorations and lights, live band playing a bunch of 80's tunes, couches in the corners (which my friend and I deemed the "Pimp Couches"), a nice chandelier, a veritable cornucopia of delights, and a nifty chocolate fondue fountain. Only one thing seemed weird and that was that the people, although looking high class, were not very lively. We came to find out later that it was a room full of doctors. Go figure. I suppose I should have paid attention to what the "THC" stood for. By the way...as far as they were concerned, I was Dr. Phil, the Proctologist.

We left after not too long and went back to our party. It turns out that the THC folks later came and crashed ours since they wanted dance music. Go figure. :)

Anyhoo...after a long night of dancing, (others) drinking, and plenty of "prom pictures" to last a lifetime, the party came to an end and we all adjourned to a room up at the Embassy Suites for the after-party. I was beat and didn't stay long. After I was confident that my "don't let any drunk people do stupid things in public" duty was done, I bailed and finally hit the sack at ~330 am. Blah.

It was a good party with good people. 'Nuff said. ;)