Golden Globes & Pajama Party

It started with an out-of-towner. One of our co-workers had a visitor last weekend, and he felt like family after a fun Saturday night out. So we all decided to have dinner together the next night, before he left early Monday morning. That Sunday night dinner gave purpose to a day that typically just means the end of the weekend. I went to bed that night with a light heart, ready for the week ahead after feeling energized by spending time with good friends.

Then came the Golden Globes. Nevermind the fact that I can't remember the last time I've been to a movie theater, or seen a movie that wasn't an adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks book. I wanted to watch the Golden Globes, dangit, and I wanted to do it with my friends. So I suggested a viewing party, and volunteered my friend's house of course, because I don't have cable. It slowly morphed into a dinner party, with the promise of pasta and sides, desserts and drinks, and most importantly, good company. When 5:00 rolled around and I realized that I was sitting in my bathrobe, 2 hours after I had showered, it occurred to me that it only made sense for this to be a pajama party. After all, we'd all leave early to go home and go directly to bed anyway. It may be a red carpet event, but it's still a school night, geeze. So I sent out a mass text, nonchalantly proposing that we keep it casual, maybe even think about wearing pajamas. I waited nervously for the replies, knowing that my friends are way classier than I am, but praying that just this once they'd be okay with taking the fancy down a notch.

Thank the good Lord above they happily agreed.

I love my friends.

So at 6:00, we all rolled in to my co-worker's beautiful and artfully decorated condo...in our jammies. We sat around his designer dining room table, passing the pasta, salad, garlic bread, bruschetta, and fancy cheeses...in our jammies. We ate our dessert on his expensive couch and stylish leather chairs...in our jammies. We watched the stars float across the stage in their dazzling ball gowns and handsome tuxedos...in our jammies.

Oh what a glorious night. It makes the week ahead seem so much less daunting, spending your last few hours of freedom with people you love, doing absolutely nothing that is related to work.

I think Sunday night dinner might be a new "thing". I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the pajama theme carries over, too.