Christmas Party 2008

Merry Christmas, Peeps (or Happy Holidays for those if you too politically correct)!

The Office Party Season is in full swing, so Lee and Tammy dragged me down to Freeport for his work's official Holiday Party.

I knew that the invitation said "casual" but I could not help but get a little dressed up for the occasion



As they say you can't make an omelet w/o breaking open some egg beaters (what did you think a CHICKEN would say?). To that end, my spiffy Holiday Ensem took a little work. Basically, I saw this bear, wanted what he was wearing and kicked his stuffed bear ass





I would like to tell you that no bears wear harmed in the making of my outfit, but I would be lying!



I was not the only one who had the Christmas spirit, check out Sharon's sweater;



As the night moved along, Lee was too busy eating and talking to notice that I was Chickennapped AGAIN (remember this?)!! If this keeps up, Chicken Protective Services will have to pay him a little visit.

There was a women who was infatuated with me (yes, I know, but this woman was even more crazy for the Chetster) as she actually stole me off the chair as I sat there minding my own business! From what I hear, she collects Chickens and has many @ her home. I was first hidden under her table (don't ask) then moved to a secret location on the other side of the room when she thought I would be found when her table was selected to go up to the buffet.

It took a stealth operation by Linda D. to get me back to the right table (Fab and Lee were doing the theme to Mission Impossible and tabbed the mission 'Operation Hatch Chester' as she came to my rescue).

Here we are celebrating my return




Once back to my table, my name was pulled as the winner of the first door prize! So I went up and picked up my gift!



A nice candle is inside



Once the office party wound down a few people ended up in our room. Although I saw no mistletoe, Jamie swears we were standing under some here:

and we played a round of 31 that cam down to Phil and Fab. Fab pronounced me his adviser before the game started and obviously won because of it (notice me hiding behind the pillows)





More parties to come this year, so I'll keep posting,

-Chester