Clearly I'm a very classy broad.

They can be horrid stogy affairs that you grind your teeth through. Stuck in a room with over perfumed people that you’re already forced to see all day long now all hopped up on spiked eggnog & wanting to hug you and I have been to more than my share of those. However, when you have a small staff that genuinely enjoy each others company and the booze is flowing freely, you have the makings of a rather spectacular hangover. This is me right now, happily hungover shuffling around in a flannel and aspirin haze.

Mmmm.... is it creamy?

The highlight of the evening came from an unexpected source–it’s not Lavern chocking back the enormous shooter that endears this picture to me, it’s the somewhat lecherous waiter standing behind her. At one point during the evening it became glaringly obvious to all (but him) that he really enjoyed his job. I’m talking “I could take out an eye with this thing” enjoyed his job. Being that we were seated and he was standing, putting us at perfect crotch level, his “excitement” was like an uninvited party crasher. I didn’t get a chance to ask Lavern if it was actually poking her in this shot, but the look on his face says that it probably was.

Safety goggles required.

And lastly, by special request, this is a shot of Karen’s cleavage. As a woman that normally doesn’t have a lot hanging out, she was rather proud of the new bra and the resulting shelf of boob. You gotta give it to her, it is an impressive shelf.