Second Verse, Same as the First! or, Another Trip to The Peppermill

First things first, I'm sure you're all wondering what followed in the saga of the Christmas tree.  After assembling the monster, Pam asked me if I'd be willing to hang the lights, which she warned me is the most god-awful job ever.  No problem, I told her.  The only catch, she told me, was that I'd have to watch a video on how to hang the lights properly.  I thought this was a joke until I walked over to the Christmas tree and found Pam blocking my path and holding her cell phone in hand, YouTube video on deck.

Lulu: You're really going to make me watch a video, aren't you?
Pammy: Yes.
Lulu:  Pam, I'm not watching a video on how to hang lights.  I just won't.
Pammy:  Fine, you can do it anyway you like, but you have to do it my way.
Lulu:  Fine.  *hmph!*

So of course after agreeing to do it her way, I proceeded to do it my way while she wasn't looking.  Sadly, I got caught in my act of decorating insubordination.  Pam took over, and I was demoted from light strand hanger to light strand de-tangler.  I was at work when she finally put up the actual ornaments.  You'll see the result below.

But on to other adventures.  This weekend was the office Christmas party.  Like damned near everything else in this town, the party was held at one of the casinos.  Big room, big buffet, big door prizes (of which I didn't win any!).

The theme of the party was prom.  I have mixed emotions about themed Christmas parties.  On the one hand, it's a burden to make one's outfit conform to the theme, but on the other hand it adds a Halloween element to Christmas.  That's highly acceptable.  After being inspired by one of the local piano players in town, I decided on the velvet tuxedo jacket look.  Unfortunately from the photograph, you can't tell that my pants are glitter pants.  (I now have a glitter mess in my truck, by the way.)  How my little legs sparkled!  It's also hard to tell, but I did my hair in faux hawk fashion, with middling success.  I didn't love my hair up like that, but after putting the glue in it I couldn't get my hair to go back down without rewashing it.  

Please to note the decorated Christmas tree with 1000 lights as well.

The party itself was pleasant.  It consisted of hugging a lot of coworkers for no other apparent reason than we weren't wearing our normal work clothes and that this seemed to excite everyone.  I was stunned by the number of grown women who did go out and by actual prom dresses/ball gowns to go to this party. 

The party wrapped up around 11, which is right when the city starts to perk up.  My coworker and I couldn't resist a breakfast run to The Peppermill.  The waffles and french toast and neon lights are just too inviting.  

We hung out on the restaurant side, but I finally took a gander at the bar side, which has an interesting fire pit surrounded by a blue lagoon.  It was a lot more crowded than the restaurant side, and it's entirely possible that the neon lights are a little too overpowering at the bar.

After taking my prom date home, I finally pulled into my driveway around 2AM.  I'm an exhausted little Lulu, but there's always more to do.  I'm off!