holiday party

I’m on such a high from being done with studying that the day slips away.

All of a sudden it’s 5:30.  I need to shower, blow dry my hair, put on makeup, decide what to wear, and be out the door in a half hour.  The BAFTA Holiday party starts at 6 and ends at 7:30.   I need to hurry.  I’ve even forgotten to eat today.  Seriously, all I’ve had is coffee.

I quickly debate what to wear and decide on comfort.  It’s 30 degrees out.  I go with a not-surprising all-black outfit:  short pencil skirt, long sleeved top,  high suede boots, and a fur-trimmed cape.  I am out the door by 6:03, and at the party by 6:30.

In years past, it’s been awkward, as I knew no one.  This year is different.  Through my involvement on the Screening Committee, I’ve gotten to know a lot of great people, and feel like one of the regulars.  Even at check-in, someone I barely know hands me a name badge before I even give my name. 

The party is held at the residence of the British Consul-General.  I am not sure what the British Consul-General does, but having an apartment like this would make whatever he does worth it. 

I eat a lot of passed hors d’oeuvres, envy the magnificent views, drink a couple of glasses of red wine, and talk to people I already know and like.

It’s the perfect holiday business party:  beautiful setting, friendly people, good food and drink, a short bus ride away, and I’m home by 8:30.