Tonight is my company Christmas party.

Since last weekend was spent Takin’ Care of Business, I never went in to rent a suit. Becks didn’t buy a dress either. We need to be on a train in three hours if we want to go, and we’ve been leaning toward just staying home, but y’know, this only happens once a year…we’ve just gotta go.

So. In standard Dave&Becky fashion, we have launched a Grand Plan: We begged Grandma to come over and watch the baby ( to be fair, she sounded more excited than put out by this prospect), and are just about to head out to the mall to buy a suit for me and then run back to get cleaned up and changed and head to the train. It’s an hour and a half on the weekend train. We’ll arrive in the city 45 minutes early, so we’ll grab a bite to eat, then head over to the party.

We’ll be there for about two hours, then turn around and catch the next (90-minute) train back home.

It’s a sign of parental insanity: I’m actually thrilled to be running my ass off, traveling 3 hours round-trip and spending cash to buy a suit last-minute just to spend two freaking hours at a company christmas party.

The things we do for grown-up time….