A situation I must address...

I have been on a search the past week for the perfect dress. Our company Christmas party is this Saturday, and after having put my social life and shopping life on hold for about a month to study for that damn test, I now find myself a few days out from the best party of the year without a thing to wear. And it’s pretty hard to come up with an awesome dress after the biggest shopping days of the year. I think the women came through the malls like locusts and bought everything, leaving behind only bewildered sales people and a few size 16 jungle print dresses.

On Sunday I began my search. The mall was so packed and crowded and full of strollers. I starting feeling like an old lady, complaining about the crowds and kids everywhere. If I’d had a cane, I probably would have poked people with it.

To understand why a great dress is so important, I must explain that our company holiday parties are so cool. After looking at my posts from last year, I can’t believe I didn’t blog about it before! There are various divisions to my company and they all have their own parties. My division, as I’ve previously mentioned, is what I like to call the old person division and the Christmas parties, while always with the best intentions, end up as snooze-fests with a lot of food and some old couples dancing to a crappy jazz band, which isn’t so entertaining after you’ve maxed out on your two drink maximum.

But last year, I was lucky enough to snag an invitation to the happening, young division’s holiday party. A good friend of mine invited me as his plus one and it was the party of the year. They rented out one of the biggest and best night clubs downtown in its entirety. The place had like 5 different rooms, each with a theme and matching music and food. They had an open bar all night, sushi chefs, carving stations, chocolate fountains, arcade games, fortune tellers, salsa lessons, and of course dancing. It seems like only yesterday… I remember it most vividly because my supposed “friend” who invited me starting treating the night a little too much like a date, so I ran off to the bar on my own, only to find the now boyfriend there ordering a drink. I’d met him briefly once before through a work friend, so I thought I’d go up to him and say hi. That is now known as the famous moment when he fell for me.

But I digress. This year’s party promises to be just as great. And to top it off, I found out my division is stepping it up this year and is also having a party at a night club in downtown. And with the addition of an open bar, things are looking up. I’m sure the place will still clear out by 9:30, since the oldies have to go to bed and all, but the time is listed as going until 1 AM. The only problem is that my party is on the same night as the boys! So we’re going to be splitting our time between the two and hopefully can drunkenly stumble the five blocks between parties without incident.

So anyway, the key to this whole party is having a great dress. As many of you may recall from my former myspace profile picture, last year my dress left little to the imagination and created cleavage that I never knew I had. It wasn’t until I saw pictures the next day that I realized why I got so much attention. So this year I’m trying to go a little more tasteful. After all, you dress for the job you want, right? And I do not want the job of the girl who sleeps her way to the top. That was last year’s dress.

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Update, I have found a dress! It is cute and strapless, yet tasteful. But I think I look pretty hot in it. If I don’t get hit on by at least one executive, I’ll consider the night a total loss