So be of more good cheer

The second Christmas party of our two-party outing was a down-and-dirty raucous affair. If the corporate party had been plesantries and pie, this other outing was hipster-ish and crowded.

We drove to Park Lane restaurant in Mountain Brook and snagged the last parking space within the village limits. Outside, it was freezing, as the huddled throngs of smokers puffed away. Inside, it was a mad scene.

Anything to get out of this cold and into a … hot chocolate fountain?!

Technically, it was another corporate party, albeit a smaller office. Nevertheless, it looked like 200 or so partygoers had crowded into the joint, with most of them hanging around the (cash) bar.

We will report a few things during our brief visit. It was louder and livelier than the suit-and-tie fest we left. We saw familiar faces old and new, even remembering a few names in the process.

We even spotted a chocolate fountain among the eats. (Or as I like to call it, the “spread your contagion in a warm gooey brown bath” fountain.)

In the DJ area, our friend Chelsea invited us to join her gang around a small table.
If only we had brought our camera to document the few brave souls busting something akin to a move on the dance floor (next year!).

This was definitely the place to be, which was why we high-tailed it outta there after a few more pleasantries. Certainly the ladies dressed to impress, even as the low temps outside warranted something bulkier. And the guests seemed to be having fun, even as our table was winding down (relatively) early.

In this town, making the scene is good enough. Causing a scene is just … ungenteel. And makes baby Jesus cry.