So I just got back from this Christmas party... an office Christmas party, mind you... yeah. I was just.... too much. Way too much.
For those of you who know nothing about MSFC, or Redstone, building 4200 is where my boss's boss's..... yada yada... anyway, they all work up there. Including my NASA client... and early this week, we had a party there. And, as always, it was a big show of extravigance.... it was way overdone. But this.... this party topped it. Oh yeah. Definately too much.
So the party was at Alicia Beam's house (she's one of our NASA clients). She lives on the mountain, in a house that is bigger than Elisa's parents house... and all decorated Marhta Stewart style... she gave a guided tour of he house, complete with like, a dozen fireplaces, and two hot tubs and... the list goes on and on... She was sure to show ua all her sewing and painting and .... yeah, all her accomplishments. Then we ate designer food... Off of china plates... and she put on a background track for "I'll Be Home For Christmas," and sang for us.... and gave out Christmas ornaments. I mean really.... she called us all from work to do this... it was just too much.
I will never, never, never live in a house that looks like a museum. Or a magazine cover. I want my house to be comfortable.... Nice, but not... yeah. This was just too much. I mean.... really... this woman should be head of Unted Methodist Women or the Garden Club or something... not working for NASA.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
