staff party hardy

This weekend was our staff Christmas party. It was at the Pan Pacific at Canada Place (fancy schmancy). There was a buffet style dinner with the best prawns and beef tenderloin I've ever had in my life. I ate a plate as big as my face, then discovered there were bigger plates on a different table so I returned the smaller and stocked a second larger plate full. Later, while Allie-San and I were dancing to the less than mediocre wedding dj (she was more like a 3rd marriage wedding dj), we both confessed that our stomachs were cramping, impeding our ability to dance to our full capacity. This definitely didn't stop us from cutting a rug though, being the only ones on the dance floor for a few numbers.

All in all the party was less than stellar, we were only given two drink tickets each and any additional were nine bucks a pop, and they had a magician (magic makes me uneasy), and some annoying "dancing heads" game that only had about three songs to choose from, so we had "Jingle Bells" and "Barbie Girl" echoing around the dining room all night. It wasn't a total bust though, as they managed to somewhat redeem themselves by renting out a photo booth (only the best for Stantec employees). I also managed to look almost fabulous by breaking the bank a bit and buying a new dress and wearing red lipstick and heels(something I've been doing a lot more over the past year, making me feel and sound like a lady).

Here's what the photobooth spat out of myself, the rest of the Riley's crew, and my "date" (Tara Hare's little bro Dill).

It's still too early for me to say Merry Christmas...but tomorrow is December first so...happy holidays...I suppose.