I crashed my wife’s Firm’s Holiday party on a whim and what an interesting event it turned out to be.
Of course I use the term crash loosely because anytime I’m near my wife’s coworkers I feel like a celebrity. I know that somehow they enjoy me and it’s a great feeling to have. I will not lie: I like the attention. I enjoy them too, they are a whimsical crew.
So we get to the party and I realize I’m not the only one who had a desire to crash the soirée. This is a free for all with everyone aiming to grab a chair because it now has become standing room only. And it is SRO in a very good way. We’ve got children of the Firm’s people, significant others of Firm members, friends of the Firm, third-cousins, twice-removed of the Firm’s partners (just kidding): in short, it is a PARTY.
Somehow we all get a seat, we eat a little, we drink a little, we laugh a lot. I’m sitting next to my new friends (yes Mandy, those people) and my wife and of course I am observing the room knowing fully well there is so much blog material to take in…but alas, I let my figurative hair down and simply decided to enjoy myself.
We participate in a gift exchange game where an attractive little pig and a leopard print Snuggie become the prizes of choice. I watch my wife turn into a pouting, sneaky, conniver when her Snuggie is almost yanked from her (she got to keep it). We laugh some more and we finally get coffee (caffeine is a friend – thank you Mark).
Then it happened, out of the blue, totally unexpectedly I was overwhelmed with Christmas spirit and I was enjoying myself immensely. I stopped looking at my watch, I stopped wondering if it was getting late and I just relaxed for the first time in a long while.
Who knew that it would take a room full of complex, loving characters to kick the Grinch out of my soul? Who knew a Zagat rated Italian restaurant would become my Whoville on a Friday afternoon two days before Christmas? There I was taking it all in and appreciating the fact that I had not missed it. I still had time to enjoy my Christmas and make the most of the end of what had been a most challenging year.
To further add to my nostalgic revelation, I looked behind me and saw the picture of the Firm’s recently departed patriarch (he passed away last year) and I remembered his favorite film – ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’. In my head, I was Jimmy Stewart crying, Merry Christmas Bedford Falls!!!!!
I was surrounded by messages and reminders of how blessed life is, especially since the previous night I had enjoyed a fantastic meal with the best people I know, my closest friends, The Elders (no Martha, it is not stupid).
Before I knew it, the party was dispersing and people were on their way home. I drove home by myself because my wife and I were in two cars. For the first time in many months I did what I had not had the desire to do. I plugged in my iPhone, opened up my iPod screen and blasted music through my car’s sound system speakers.
More importantly, I sang all the way home. And, if I do say so myself, I hit all the right notes.