Saturday evening, hubs and I attended our big bossman’s holiday party at his house. He holds it every year for close friends, those in management at work, and certain client-type friends. We went to the party last year too because hubs falls in the management category. And I fall in the plus one category.
Big bossman has one of those houses you just feel grateful to have walked into. It’s big. And it’s beautiful. I want to take pictures of everything so bad, but I don’t want to be that person, so instead I pretend like his house is totally normal and that I have one just like it.
The party always has catered hors d’oeuvres, amazing desserts, and an open bar that makes me never want to leave. The plates for the hors d’oeuvres are really small, but that doesn’t deter me.
This year there was a chocolate fountain. I wanted to put my face in it.
I can’t tell you how many marshmallows and Rice Krispie treats I defiled with that thing. Also, there were more desserts.
Mini crème brulee and key lime pie, chocolate dipped cheesecake pops, chocolate brownie and carrot cake shots, cookies, mini cupcakes, and pretzels, marshmallows, graham crackers, bananas, strawberries, and Rice Krispie treats for the chocolate fountain. It’s hard to see in the picture, but there was an actual light from heaven shining down on that table.
This year, they rented a photo booth for all the guests to take pictures in. We get a copy as a memento and the big bossman and his wife get a copy as well. That was FUN.
I didn’t take many pictures, but I did manage to get some good ones of our friends Monte and Heather. (Monte works with us.)
I looooved Heather’s dress. I need it. Make it happen, Heather.
We had a lot of fun. We stayed until they kicked us out the party ended. Afterwards, Monte and Heather picked up hubs at our house to take him to another one of our friend’s Christmas parties and I hightailed it to Jacksonville for the marathon.