I always loved the part on Father of the Bride when George Stanley Banks visits the in-laws for the first time and thinks to himself, "All I could think about was the size of this place. We could have parked our whole house in the foyer." My thoughts exactly. They were nice enough to open their entire house to us so Karen gave us the grand tour (the party was held here two years ago as well). I won't go into many details, but I do have to bring up the master closet. It was indeed bigger than our bedroom and it wasn't long before I murmured, "I bet she has an incredible shoe shelf." (I have a slight addiction to shoe shelves.) I rounded the corner (seriously, who has CORNERS in their closets?) and there it was. I heard angels. From floor to 12-foot ceiling, gorgeous shoes called out to me. She had more Jimmy Choo's and Manolo Blahnik's than Nordstrom. Just as I started to hug the shelf Michael pulled me back, which was nice because I think hugging a shoe shelf might be considered a party foul.
The house was extremely modern but his wife likes to collect antiques so Michael was enamored by all of the small wooden boxes. He kept wanting to know what was in all of them. I found out later he meant, "Shouldn't at least one of these boxes hold a bunch of cigars and if so, why aren't we smoking them?"
I spent the rest of the night meeting future co-workers and hanging out with the few people I actually knew. All in all, fantastic time. I kept the drinking to a minimum because I figured being the new girl as well as the drunk girl at the holiday Christmas party didn't really add up to much.
Tonight we do it all over again at Michael's office Christmas party. I will be super disappointed if there isn't at least one moat to cross. :)
Matt and Laura!