So, we had our office party Thursday night.

Heavy appetizers, cash bar, free soft drinks, and a band.

The band was okay. Last year’s was better. For some reason, this year they thought it was a good idea to start off slowly–Kenny G. slowly.

Gimme a break.

So, we sat through an hour of that crap and when people started leaving the band got a clue. So they livened it up a bit by putting me in a time machine and catapulting me back to 1990 with the Electric Slide. (yes, I know, technically it took me back circa ’76, but I didn’t actually start doing the Electric Slide until I started bar hopping. Work with me.)

Look. I have proof. (I can’t believe I’m posting these)

The party was fun, once we got it going. I have to say, it’s a sad state of affairs when the accounting group is the life of the party. Here I am with my friend (and, technically, my boss and her hubby and my hubby.

From Left to Right: Me, Randy, Allison, and my hubby-Mark

Happily Ever After.
The End.