Venus Vexed by SixFootBlonde

Well, I have to admit it.... the party was swell, and not so "dreaded" after all!

[Ahem! And no apocalypse, Mr. Diesel Train!]

Of course, it didn't hurt that the Stoli mash variations (make mine vanilla vodka and OJ, please!) started flowing in advance for an added boost of jollification before Saturday evening's holiday soiree...

It was wonderful to see co-workers from the satellite offices who are normally mere voices on the other end of the phone, whom I only see a couple of times a year. And it's always interesting to see the transformations made when the boring daily lab coats and shapeless scrubs are doffed, and the formal party threads are donned for a night out! Why, who knew that the new receptionist was really a latent supermodel rockin' that glittery gown? And who knew that the x-ray tech was really so hip-hop with all the bling? You go 'head, girls!!

Interestingly, the residing President of the JBC (Jealous Beeotches Club) did not show... I submit that she didn't come because it was raining. (Remember what happened to the Wicked Witch of the West when Dorothy threw a little H2O on her? Hmmmm.....) The Vice Prez did show up, but she was uncharacteristically reserved and quiet all night. Guess it's kinda hard to stir that cauldron of brew solo, isn't it? :)

Our doctors started the festivities by singing a Christmas song for the staff, called "Have Yourself A Merry Little Fracture"... the parody written by my doctor boss. It was very funny to see their sense of humor on display and acting like "regular guys" for a change. Well, as much as they can muster, that is! Another doc dressed up in a Santa suit and walked around the ballroom tables handing out small gifts to the employees who had been good all year. "But wait, Santa!! I can explain!!" I yelled ...clacking after him in my stilettos. And with a hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa turned and winked, handing me my foil wrapped trinket. "Just kidding! Everybody's been good this year!" he chortled.

Yeah....I'll see YOU on Monday, Mr. Jokey Santa Claus!!

Santa & the singing docs..... Dr. C cracks me up!

Wishes do come true, and the Prince of Polyester DJ from Christmases Past had been replaced by someone new this year. He did a decent job of playing a wide variety of tunes for all the varied tastes, so I really cannot complain. Luckily, the down and dirty dancing didn't happen until late in the evening, after most of the very delicate had long gone home, but even the seasoned raised an eyebrow. And yes, Virginia, there is enough alcohol long about midnight to incite the rednecks to form two Soul Train lines and start strutting their collective stuff down the middle while Garth sings "Friends in Low Places". You just haven't lived until you've seen that!

And God bless them...every one!

me and the fun girls mugging for the paparazzi!