Pooped from Parties

...and we're not even done yet!

Yesterday, I picked up T from school, changed her into one of her xmas-dress-extravaganzas, and headed off to Ocean Drive on South Beach for my annual office xmas party. It was held at Finnegan's Way, a bar between 13th and 14th streets on Ocean Drive. I'm awaiting pics from various people, who kindly snapped some of T.

T behaved very well. Planted herself on a barstool with some of the girls from my office, and proceeded to chow down on chips and fried mozzarella cheese. That's a first for her. She's always eschewed fried cheese sticks in the past. Last night? Gobbled a few down, then employed her perfected chichen-nugget-eating technique, and knawed the batter off the things, leaving a stringy mess.

After about an hour or so, T was getting restless, so we made our way to the pool table, where she had a fab time trying to hit each ball into a hole, directly, without the use of the white ball. Once all the balls were gone, she discovered teh white ball in the table's hole, and the fact that if you it it into any hole, it would automatically come back to you. She was in heaven. After impersonating a pool shark, T then hit the online gambling machine. She was convinced the game was working despite the fact that I didn't put a dime into it. That always makes me smile.

We then left and headed to the Perikles house, where we were set to celebrate Nick's 4th birthday and Hannukah at the same time. As t explained to me, "Mama, your party was fun, but now we're REALLY gonna have fun".

Yep, office parties can in no way compete with spending time with her beloved Sophie and Nick.