This weekend was a complete BLAST. It started on Friday with a fabulous Christmas work party which meant we really only had to work for about 4 hours! I really wanted to be festive since the entire building would be at the party, so I thought I’d wear my killer Christmas sweater vest. I walked into the company building that morning with my head held high and a bit of strut because I knew I was looking my Christmas best. I was saying good morning to strangers, smiling way too proudly, and having conversations with co-workers in the elevator even though they tried to pretend they were invisible. Then, I finally got to my floor and someone complimented my sweater vest! I looked down in fake humility because of course I thought I looked awesome too, and that’s when I realize that my vest was on inside out. Fan-freaking-tastic. I should have known that feeling that cool could only lead to a loser ending. Gah.
After work Colin and I went to a church Christmas party. It was a white elephant gift party so everyone was excited to watch someone get their lame-pre-used and completely hilarious gift. One guy at the party, Scott, has been known to go to the extremes to bring the goofiest and strangest gifts every year, and I knew I had to be the one to pick it this time when he put a disclaimer on it saying that it should not be moved and should only be opened by lifting the tub top off of it. My turn finally came, I chose his gift, braced myself, lifted the lid and BOOM a LOBSTER! I don’t know what Scott thinks about when he chooses his gifts but they’re strange, hilarious and kind of genius…and in this case smelly.
I had to get Indiana Jones, aka Allen…you’d have to meet him to understand his odd hilariousness, to lift it out of the bucket because I couldn’t bring myself to touch the poor thing, which was already dead, but somehow managed to stare into my soul with those tiny bulbous eyes. *shivers*
Colin and I refused to take it home, and Scott refused to take it back, so the group decided the only way to truly honor the lobster would be to leave it on the Preacher’s door step. We wrote up a letter, jumped into our cars and headed to our pastor’s house with lobster in tow. We aren’t the stealthiest group so before we had the chance to ding-dong ditch the preacher heard our slamming doors, muffled voices and giggles and he came to the door.
The MVP award of the night definitely went to the guy who yelled “ABORT ABORT” so we could all get out without being seen. Not even 10 minutes later the preacher’s wife had posted pictures on Facebook with the heading: “We’ve been lobstered!!!!”
Best ever.
The rest of the weekend went something like this…food, fudge, fudge, food, pie, coffee, coffee, coffee, sugar cookie, sugar cookie, sugar cookie, YEAH! And all in that order.
And now today is my Tuesday cause we don’t work Friday and I’m all hopped up on energy drinks to make it through the day!
Happy Monday!
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