The holiday “gala” for my work was nice. It wasn’t the same as it has been in the past. This year, instead of each of the departments hosting their own party, the two companies (that recently came together in our building) all shared the same event.
I was big; no, it was HUGE. There were so many people there that it was hard to find anyone that you actually knew. I connected up (via cell phone) with two other people from my old department and their spouses for dinner. We had a nice time, and laughed about some of the funny events from the past year.
When the dancing began, we looked over at the packed dance floor and opted to stay put. Was that ballroom dancing? The music, though familiar, was not as the typical dancing music that I could fake my way through. My moves aren’t really what you would call “dancing” anyhow.
BoBo’s Winter Ball would be a different experience. Even though he has only been at his school for four months, he was sure to meet up with people he knew and have a great time.
With this being BoBo’s first year in high school, he has never been to a formal event. There was a little running around to make the final preparations. From getting the tuxedo to ordering the corsage, it was a new experience for him. I was, of course, delighted to see my young boy all grown up – well almost grown up. Let’s not rush things too much.