We had our office Christmas Party last night. They chose a local dinner theatre. Now, I've been to this dinner theatre plenty of times, and years ago the Christmas show used to be worth seeing, but the past few I've seen, not so much. And this one was no exception. In fact, this one may well have been the worst yet.
It even started off bad. I couldn't find something to wear. It was one of those days where everything in your closet made you feel like the direct descendant of a beluga whale. Further proof I really need to stay away from those Christmas baskets. Finally I threw on the same outfit I wore last year, no longer caring. I was running late but managed to get there before they led everyone into the dining area. They seated me where I couldn't see half of the stage, which at the time was irritating, but as soon as the show started I realized it was a bit of a blessing. The show was a Hollywood Christmas theme. Except I think they only did about 3 Christmas songs. And the other songs half I didn't recognize and the other half I didn't particularly like. And half of the performers couldn't sing so well. Even the free meal couldn't make up for this one. I kept sitting there wondering when the torture was going to end.
When it finally did, I practically ran to my car in an effort to escape. Only to find out nobody told us the rigmarole required to get out of the freakin' parking garage. Once that was figured out and I paid at the hotel counter and got my swipe card, I drove to the door and the swiper didn't work. At this point I'm ready to get out of the car and rip the door up with my bare hands, but on about the 20th swipe, it finally works. Then I drive up around the corner thinking I've finally made my get away and the damn cops stop me to check my inspection sticker (which was thankfully up to date). Luckily the cop was kind of cute, so I let him go with just a warning.
Finally I get home and collapse into bed thinking - Gawd...there's four hours of my life I'll never get back.