I think so anyway. I have the sniffles and the postnasal drip and I’m so so tired even with 8 hours of sleep. Debated taking a sick day but decided not to.
So, James’ company Christmas party… the party itself was fine, if a little too formal. It would have been nice to have it at someone’s home like last year instead of the restaurant. There wasn’t room for mingling at all. But they have the white elephant gift game and I scored a sweet chess-checkers-backgammon set. Just in time for our marathon train ride to Kentucky!
James’ coworker R was totally hammered and wanted to go out somewhere else afterwards, so we consented. R thinks he’s the martial arts master when he’s drunk and kept talking about how he could kick everyone’s ass walking down Granville St. I was pretty happy that he didn’t actually pick any fights. Went to Crepe Cafe and R ordered some more drinks… aren’t they supposed to not serve you if you are already very obviously drunk? It got soooooo tedious after that, I mean James and I weren’t priestly sober ourselves, but had it well under control and got real tired of this guy rambling owlishly about how now is the best time to buy real estate. So we got the hell out of there and stuffed him in a taxi. ugh.
I can’t wait to get the hell out of HERE today. four more hours!?
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