Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
My husband has informed me that we will be going to his company’s holiday party this year, and that I should “dress up”. I’m thinking a new pair of shoes will ease my psychic pain. Please help.
Manolo says, it is time again for the annual corporate holiday party, when we all gather in the office park near the airport, at the Marriott Towne Centre Suburban Chain Hotel Function Room.
Look! They have decorated!
There is the magnificent Christmas tree that the ladies from marketing have decked with the leftover corporate logo key chains. See how they sparkle in the light cast from the menorah Morty in accounting has brought from home.
Ayyyyy! They have even included the festive wiccan pentacle out of consideration for the stout girl who wears the black nail polish, what is her name?
No, no. The new name.
That is it! Astreal Ravenscroft!
Truly the spirit of the solstice season is upon us!
Of the course, you would be wise to dress up in your holiday finest, as one of the traditions will be when your spouse forces you to meet the boss’s boss, the exalted semi-divine personage who’s very gaze, legend has it, can scald interns to death.
When the moment of meeting arrives, these black suede shoes with the gold trim from the DKNY, they will make you appear statuesque and stylish, the perfect companion for the rising corporate star.