December 21, 2005

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  So, here we have Bobby and his date to his company Christmas party.  His date warned him that he was underdressed, but being typically 19 and knowing everything that will ever need to be known, he felt that his date was being a pushy mom-type person, and his date, not wanting to be considered mom-type, just shut up and let him go in jeans.

  
  

  His date has a rather roundish face, don’t you think?  Let’s zoom up and count those chins, shall we?

  
  

  

  
  

  Three?  Do I see three chins there?  Yes, the wonderful treats of Christmas are being enjoyed by Bobby’s date!  Of course, that damned photographer could have put his lap-top down for 30 seconds and pulled himself away from his computer game, and forced himself to stand-up and take a photo at an angle to hide all those friendly chins, but alas and alack, he could not be bothered to do it.  I guess if he has to look at all those chins, he feels they should be inflicted on all the world.

  
  

  

  
  

  So then Bobby and his date arrived at the party, where Life taught him a lesson about not under-dressing for Christmas parties.  Notice his contemplative stance as he peruses the room, full of ties and jackets and sequins and little black dresses……….he finally finds another guy wearing jeans and a regular shirt, but when his date points out to Bobby that the guy is wearing skin-tight Wranglers over a rather large butt, and his belt has big silver letters that say D A D across his backside, and maybe a stylish young man like Bobby should not willingly throw himself into the same group as D A D, he has to concede that maybe his mom-type date is occasionally correct.

  
  

  

  
  

  He decides that next time he invites an older woman along to a party, he’s going to make sure she leaves her camera at home.

  
  

  

  
  

  Although his mom-type date thought the little paper skirts on the water glass were a nice touch, as they kept the condensation from dripping into her cleavage, the younger guys she was lucky enough to sit with (as they were Bobby’s choice of who to hang around with, of course!) called them “glass-daipers” and made fun of them.

  
  

  Bobby had managed to hide from his date the fact that he had no-intention-what-so-ever of dancing at this party clear up until the music started!  After she recovered from the disapointment of this proclamation, she did manage to use her force of personality to get him to dance with her twice.  His date danced to “Mustang Sally” and “Love Shack” (personal request to DJ!) and Bobby kind of flailed around like a fish.  Cute as a button!

  
  

  He scored MASSIVE amounts of points with all the women who work at his company simply because of his good taste in dates, and his date behaved herself and was at her charming best with all of them.  When we were out on the dance floor, you could hear them oohing and aahing and thinking that he was the most wonderful 19 year old they had been around in a long time, even if he was completely under dressed for the occasion.

  
  

  By 10:00, most of the partiers were feeling no pain, as there was an open bar, and Bobby was deeply disappointed that his date was perfectly happy drinking Diet Coke, and seemed to not understand his broad hints that she should get something a little stronger!!!!!……….yeah, I’m kinda slow like that. ;) Then all of a sudden, several of the guys lost all common sense and started asking the younger guys what they’d like from the bar, and one of them brought Bobby and his date Whiskey and Coke. 

  
  

  His date did not want to have to kill this man, so she let Bobby have his little drinkie, but when he started to eye hers, she told him she had spit in it! hahahaha!  God, mothers are fast on our feet sometimes!  I also told the alchohol provider that I could tell he was a bad influence on my son, and I expected him to respect a 50 foot MOM restraining order at all times!  Of course, he wont even remember meeting me today…….I will never understand the attraction of drinking yourself into oblivion……

  
  

  After arriving home, Bobby gave his date a great big warm hug, for which she will smile and remember for years to come, and thanked her for going with him and the good time he had.

  
  

  A great evening spent with my son – Priceless!

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