11:30pm- This is the day/night of Paty, and Pepe’s, youngest son, Arturo’s, office Christmas party, along with his ESPN coworkers. There are about forty-some people here, and, very nice people they are.
They all brought food, and/or drinks, as well. In fact, one clever young man even brought a coffee maker that brews individual cups of coffee, which is then mixed with one’s favorite alcohol. Good planning. Good times.
12:45am- Everyone is having a great time, even my husband, and I. I, personally, did not think I would like helping host a party that was not “ours”. I could not have been more wrong. It is turning out to be quite the fun evening.
Bonus – several young English speakers appear to be interested in a few things I have to say. I think they appreciate my longevity here, as well as my love for this country.
Ok. They are all still here. It is now two o’clock in the morning, and they are all still here. Have they no homes to which they can go? One can only hope.
Right now, it is 3:12am, and they are still here. My sense of humor is waning. Really. I do not think even I can drink enough to make it to this nights end.
Oh, my dear God in Heaven. It is 3:50 am. They have started playing games. Just kill me. Please. Seriously. No, I mean it.
It is 4:15 am. No one is leaving. The music is so loud I want to hurt someone. Unfortunately, these kids are all too nice to hurt. Shoot me. Someone. Please.
It is 4:28am, and a fair few have started for home. (Thank you, Jesus). Surprisingly enough, although these folks are loud, (that is an understatement), and, are really having a great time, only a few are needing rides called for them. Ivan, ever vigilant, as always, is walking people to their cars, their rides, or, is hailing taxis, as needed.
It is 5:05am, and we are finally heading to bed. We have had all of the fun we can stand for one night. Only about a dozen folks left, and Arturo seems able to handle them.
5:25am- A great time was had by all. Thank you, Arturo, for allowing us to be part of this night. You work with some really amazing, and fun people. But you already know that.
Post script: There was one fatality, I am sorry to report, but only one. The large, white planter, shaped like a Grecian urn, which sat atop, what looked like a portion of a Roman column, was knocked over, sometime, during the party. In it, Paty had planted what is called a Big Leaf Hydrangea- purple, it was. (In thy final resting place repose, oh, sweet urn. Thou shalt be sorely missed). You may be interested to know that I saved, and planted, the hydrangea, close to where a large portion of the urn landed, in the garden.
Hahaha… I can’t stop laughing!! Love you to bits.
Thanks. I am so glad someone got the joke. I am not sure if Arturo got it. I hope so.