Party Day (and Night)

So I hosted my first work party this week. Twenty five coworkers came over Friday afternoon to drink, eat hamburgers, drink, celebrate the past year, do jello shots, and drink some more. I had a great time and I think everyone else did too. Except for the guy who had to stand in the sun in front of the hot grills cooking burgers and dogs because B was out of town. He probably didn't enjoy it as much.

It's a little intimidating having coworkers to your house. These people are your friends for 40 hours a week, but most of them are not really friends. You don't see them outside of work, you don't hang out (unless you're out of town together, then you have drunken conversations and pretend the next day that you didn't.) These people (more than your real life friends) will look at your house and your life a little differently than people who aren't forced to like you. At least, that's what my insecurities tell me. It went well, though, and I don't think anyone thinks any differently of me now than they did two days ago.

I spent a lot of time talking to one guy that I've known for about five years, but have only spoken to about three times. He's a nice guy and I was glad to get to know him better. He was telling me a little about his life (like you're wont to do at 1am and have been drinking bourbon for 12 straight hours.) Listening to his stories makes me realize 1. I am very lucky to have drawn the good family card. 2. My life up until this point has been relatively dull and normal and that's not a bad thing. So, thank you C, for an interesting evening and for making me see things a little differently.