You are an excellent father!

Kevin's work had it's Christmas party this past Friday night. It was very nice. It's the one day out of the year that we get to act like we are posh. They do valet parking then you stand around while waiters bring you drinks and h'ordeurves. Then we sat down to a delicious meal! After dinner we did more of the socializing and our entrainment wasn't the live band so much as it was watching all the people Kevin works with get drunk and act stupid. Ah, the high life.
By far the line of the night for me played out like this. So picture us sitting at a round table with 8 other people. 6 out of the 8 are really going to town on the free bar including the guy sitting beside Kevin. The more they drink the less they remember that whole personal space concept. They start doing that weave in really close to talk to you thing and they start throwing their arms around you, that kind of stuff. So the guy next to Kevin all of a sudden throws his arm around Kevin and says in a slightly slurred voice "If something ever happens to me, I want you to have my kids. YOU are an excellent father." One night of drinking and he is ready to will us his kids, nice.

This is us before we left. The theme was denim and diamonds. Not sure exactly what that is, but this is what we wore.