Party time! It was my husband David’s office holiday party last night. My work schedule didn’t cause a conflict for getting out to a Friday night event for once, as the training class I was stuck in this week started a lot earlier and let out a lot earlier than my normal work schedule. Yet, we had a big snowstorm yesterday and a foot of snow fell overnight, making the morning commute a lot trickier than usual. There was no telling whether the traffic that night would be okay, or hellish, so David picked
me up early, and I changed in the restroom.
It was a nice party, held at a local hotel. Food good, open bar, and a chocolate fountain for dessert. When they announced this, every woman in the room brightened and all the men were visibly blase’ about it. Yet when it was turned on, every man in the room was over there, playing in it. We didn’t stay for dancing, but did enjoy the entertainment from Comedy Sportz. I even contributed an adverb to one of the improv games! “Majestically.” The
ref guy (this troupe operates on the convention that it’s a sports competition, complete with a be-whistled guy in zebra stripes) really liked it, and kept repeating it. “Majestically.” The game for that portion was one where both teams act as human teleprompters for a pair of politicians in a debate, who had been sent out of the room while the audience suggested a noun, a verb, and an adverb. Thus, they were debating the finer points of “footballs jousting majestically.”
The visuals were, as expected, funny. The political debates were even funnier, as there was a lot of floundering around on their part trying to dial in just what their teammates were attempting to communicate.
There was some audience participation. Comedy Sportz prides itself on not working “blue,” or resorting to profanity. Thus it’s a safe bet for a corporate party like ours, or for taking the Girl Scout troupe for an outing to their little theater in downtown Chicago. The ref even blew his whistle on a woman from David’s company who committed the “brown bag foul” and swore, mildly, when she screwed up on her role a skit she was participating
in. Thus, for the rest of the skit, she wore a brown bag over her head. Yes, there are pictures, and no, I’m not posting mine. I’m sure the woman who organized the shindig got a MUCH better one than the crappy one I took….oh noes! Brown bag foul on me!
Via: Flickr Title: Xmas party By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 1 Dec ’06, 7.35pm CST PST
