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I love that my fiance works for a hedge fund. Let me tell you why: hedge funds know how to throw a party. I don't have the concentration level to go into the details of past elaborate soirees (pm coffee has yet to kick in) but I will tell you about the glory, which was last night's event. It was the family holiday party. This is not to be confused with the holiday party in which tots must stay at home in the mansions their hedge fund parents have built. No, this is the specific party, in which busty blond trophy wives and their rich hubbies can bring their ridiculously adorable and impeccably dressed children out and about to mingle with the likes of them. And where did we all come together to indulge in holiday gluttony? FAO Schwartz. Yes, a private party at FAO Schwartz. It was all like a dream. We were greeted by elves with mini sandwiches and cups of hot chocolate (minus the elves). We were free to roam among the life size lego harry potter, the smack talking 7ft robot and the barbie runway. As always at these functions, the food was the main event. Multiple buffet tables were piled high with all our favorites: chicken fingers, mac and cheese, vegetable dumplings, fried rice and more. Open bars were everywhere and we took full advantage, loading up on diet cokes and the featured cocktail of the night: juice boxes. After gorging ourselves on fried chicken and cheesy goodness, we headed to the make-your-own-sundae parlor. Yeah, i said, it paaaarlooouur. There we met our friend cookie dough ice cream and all his buddies, m&m's, sprinkles, oreos and chocolate sauce. The moon pies tried to butt in and the red velvet cupcakes too. I let them.
Did I mention that the candy bar was open too? 1/2 a pound per guest. Together, that's 1 whole pound, crap! I love candy!
It was fun, I feel sick. I'm not sure what the boy does at work all day or what his company does, for that matter, but I sure am a fan of the hedge fund.