The Ultimate Christmas Party

I'm here in my house, another kid-free morning, but I'm not feeling nearly as excellent as I did yesterday. This, only because we had such an over-the-top and incredible day and night yesterday. It was Dylan's company Christmas party. However, that doesn't even begin to describe it. I'll give you the short version:

Get an Uber to come way the heck out here.
Meet at Silverleaf for brunch at 11.
The guys tee off at noon.
The ladies head to the spa for our choice of two hours of spa treatments. (I went with the tried and true facial and massage. But next year I might go for something a little crazy, like reflexology or meditation or something.)
Shower and get ready in luxury.
Reunite with the gentlemen in the piano bar for a drink.
Hop aboard a Sprinter and head to the house. But not the house for living in...the house that's solely for parties.
Gawk over the design...floors, walls, furniture, restored 1800s pool table. Everything.
Enjoy a catered meal, a kick-back time, and open bar all night long.
At some point we took out the Indian headdresses that must have cost a fortune. Under normal circumstances I would have been afraid to touch them. But I had been enjoying a lot of vodka sodas by that point.
Call an Uber, fall asleep in the car, and get back home by 11.
Wake up too early, feel like crap, but know that it was totally worth it!

The party conflicted with my work party...but nobody was in tears over that. I was so glad to put some more faces with names, and it goes without saying that the family who put on the event are the coolest bosses ever. If only every company could show their appreciation for their employees (and spouses) in this way! Somehow, the only pictures I got were the ones below. Isn't that always how it goes? The best nights have the worst pictures.

And, of course, the boys had a party of their own over at Nonna and Papa's house.

Okay, time to look alive, track down these kids, and be a person with responsibilities again.