Let's be honest. The Christmas party is never about the party itself. It's about the dress. Which is why I could have killed my husband when he told me 4 days before the party that it was semi-formal and I needed a cocktail dress.
I had been asking him for WEEKS to show me an invitation. "Tell me about this party, honey." "What's the dress?" "Show me an invitation, please honey."
Four days before the party, I get this:
"the party is semi-formal. Girls have to wear cocktail dresses - guys, suit and tie. You'll look hot. Love you!"
Ummm... I don't own a cocktail dress and I absolutely loathe shopping for something that I HAVE to find. I can NEVER find it!
Until this time.
Walked into Express. Found the perfect dress. Bought it. On my lunch hour. Done. Thank you!
The party? Well, let's just say most of these people forgot they had to work together on Monday morning. So yeah, it was pretty fun (and by fun, I mean absolutely hysterical).
And I want to marry the Marriott bed. SO. COMFY.
Happy Monday, y'all!