party like a rock star

We got off work early today to have a party! Now, I'm not one to usually enjoy work parties. If you're thinking a stuffy conference room, potluck of crock-pots and various generic dips, and stifled conversations with the boss, you've been to a work party. Nobody is comfortable, the small talk is strained at best, and all you really want to do is put down the paper cup of rainbow sherbet punch, congratulate Earl on his retirement or Rita on the promotion (neither of whom you've ever spoken to before), and get the hell out of there.

This was not one of those parties.

Our company was named to Fortune Magazine's "100 Best Places to Work" list for the 3rd year in a row. And at our job, that means a party. It was held at the Cox Convention Center downtown, completely catered. They even had the two marks of high-end partydom: (1) ice sculptures and (2) shrimp. Not just that - the shrimp was in the ice sculptures. Of course, the hub and I had to make it an early night since Britton still required us to pick her up from daycare. But not before we picked up our party favors - complimentary bottles of champagne.