Tonight, Brad and I were invited to his boss's house for an executive Christmas party. I'm not going to lie--I was pretty grumpy that I had to go. We'd planned on going to a rodeo with Brad's parents, and I was seriously disappointed that I had to miss out on that.
So, while Brad and I hobnobbed with the yuckity-yucks, Mark and Lois were at the rodeo with our kids whoopin' it up.
I would much rather sit in a stadium seat, surrounded by loudspeaker country music and the smell of manure, than make polite conversation over a catered dinner any day.
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I remember when those catered "adult" events sounded so enjoyable, but now I go kicking and screaming too. That rodeo looks so much more fun, especially if everyone got to have their very own soda pop.
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