A Night Out

I was so ready for a night out. I was actually excited for Matt's work party. It was held at a winery this year and the menu was picked with vegetarians in mind, how perfect is that?

I decided on a black dress which, thankfully, still fit. I found a pair of black Spanx pantyhose and decided it was well worth wearing them even if I have no circulation to my lower body for the evening.  If you have never worn Spanx, visualize stuffing sausage into a casing. A lot of sausage into a small casing.

We gathered all of Ava and Emily's things and headed to my Mom's.  Ava is not to thrilled about being left anywhere and has no problem expressing her displeasure. But, I had a black dress, Spanx, lip gloss, and mascara on. Nothing was keeping me home. Not even the newly discovered run in my $27 pantyhose. *insert the F word here*

We arrived at the party on time and only fought once about the route Matt decided to take to get there. I obviously know so much more than the GPS, I am not sure why he won't listen to me. The dinner was fantastic and the wine was flowing. I was careful to drink a glass of water in between each glass. I didn't want to accidently become intoxicated and be the spouse that ended up dancing on the buffet table.

After dinner the DJ started playing music. I could tell he was trying to get people up there. No one was budging. I was like, really? Free food, free wine, and a DJ. No one is dancing? Seriously!?  I and 3 other brave souls demonstrated the Cha Cha slide to a room full of opened mouthed company party goers. I didn't care that everyone was staring, or that every time I hopped three times a little bit of back fat popped out of my Spanx, or that my nursing bra(the only bra that will fit) was threatening a wardrobe malfunction. There was wine, a DJ, and the kids were with my mom. I was going to take full advantage of all of this, because, really, I think it would be rude if I didn't.

The party started to clear out around 8. It is a funny thing to watch, you see the first couple leave and with in 10 minutes most everyone else is gone too. I confirmed with Matt that the DJ was paid to be there until 9. I really felt we should stay and take advantage of his services. I didn't want him to feel bad or anything…  So our table stayed and we were the lone six for the last 30 or so minutes of the party.

In that last 30 minutes I saw my husband, a self confessed computer nerd, do the best Vanilla Ice impression I have seen in a long time. I mean, really, I was laughing so hard my Spanx threatened to completely give way.

We stayed until the bitter end and were commenting to each other that we still had it. An by it I mean the ability to close a place down. So what if it was a winery and it was only 9 p.m.