Holiday Business

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Today we had our staff Christmas party. Dress code was business or holiday business.

I spent some time considering what "holiday business" might look like, but I guessed wrong. Apparently it means wearing red sweaters with little Christmas pins.

But I suppose it is okay that I guessed wrong, because I have never taken the trouble to buy myself specifically holiday apparel.

Instead I chose to wear my Kazakh groom's coat. (Please note that the term "my" modifies the word "coat" and not the word "groom".) Perhaps I have grown too comfortable with its appearance, as it has hung in my closet for several years now. But really, how was I suppose to know the stir it would create?

My quiet entrance into our morning prayer gathering caused instant cessation of conversation... and a few whistles.

During the brief two hours of work before the party, the accounting department sent over a sight seer.

Our Christmas party was at the Getty Villa... a mute curator spoke, others insisted that I should take a picture among the relics since I "matched".

And all day long I got to teach people how to say "Kazakhstan".

Because the coat is so memorable, I can't very well wear it among the same crowd again. But after this, a red sweater with little Christmas pins might just make me cry.

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lasselanta said…
Are you going to favour us with a picture of this wonderful holiday business attire?
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