So, was the +1 (let's be honest, more +20) of The Maternal One at her annual Experian holiday party.

The food was lackluster. The atmosphere was lackluster. The DJ played lackluster music while the company name flashed on a screen using every effect you could muster on an 80's VHS cassette.

And I got "gussied up" as the young people say these days.

Notice: At no time did I feel the need to sing "I Feel Pretty".