Work Christmas Par-tay

Friday afternoon our entire company shut down early for our annual Christmas Party.  This year the party was held at the Renaissance Waverly Hotel in Atlanta.  Very nice.  I don't think I've ever been in a hotel that nice, but I don't get out much. 

Glass ceilings and some funky art hanging from the ceiling. 

One of the many bars all decorated for Christmas
 

When we first arrived it was cocktail hour and we all just hung out, ate and drank until it was time to be seated for lunch.

 We were in a huge conference type room for lunch.  This was the first time in many years that all offices were invited to the Company party, usually it's just the main office and the office were I work that gets invited to the Christmas Party.  Aren't we special?  So this year we needed a larger space. 

Once we everyone was seated they opened up the buffet lines.  By this time its after 2:00 and personally,  I'm starving.  So this former fat girl was not afraid to be the second in line, right after my pregnant co-worker.  I wanted to make sure the baby got fed. 

After lunch was the most anticipated part of the whole party and frankly the whole reason I go...Prizes.  They gave out 2 $500 Visa gift cards as the Grand Prize, (yeah, I didn't win those) and then a whole bunch of other random gift cards in various amounts. 



 

I won $15 Starbucks gift card.  Our office really racked up.  We must have had some good luck or something.  Out of the 11 people in my office, 6 of us won something. 

After all the prizes were given out they turned on the music and it was a free-for-all on the dance floor.  I'm all about getting my dancing on...but there's a time and a place for it, and in front of all my bosses is not it, so I skipped out on the dancing and instead took a bunch of random pictures in the bathroom. 

 

 

 

And after we all heard of the tragedy in Connecticut, I opted to skip out on the rest of the party and head home to my babies.  Thankful that I was able to wrap my arms around them and tell them that I love them one more time and hopefully a million more times.  My heart aches for those families.  I cannot even begin to fathom their pain right now.  We chose to sit the girls down and be preemptive and tell them about what was going on.  I much rather them hear it from me and Eddie than on the news or from a friend at school or church and become scared to go to school.  We stopped playing and right in the middle of our driveway we prayed for those families, teachers and students of Newtown, CT.