December night, trash corporate party, one sad speaker playing Michael Bublé on repeat. We sat in the corner drinking warm beer and thought “we could make this actually fun”. Next day we bought two cheap tables on Marketplace, printed chips on a home printer, found the ugliest Christmas sweaters in thrift stores and crashed the after party as surprise dealers. People refused to leave until sunrise. By morning we had five bookings in the inbox and zero idea how to run a company. Five years later we still run on the same chaotic energy: if your Christmas party isn’t the talk of the town until next December, we didn’t do our job right.