On Wednesday, January 18th, we had our much-delayed Holiday party. "Your company threw a party for Martin Luther King Jr. day?" I was asked. No, not for Martin Luther King Jr., but for the holiday in 2005 that was thrown askew due to the transit strike the week before Christmas.We just bounced back to the office from the third three-day-weekend in two months, and the stress level wasn't high enough to fully appreciate a good, relaxing, open bar office party. Once through the door of Grace though, the throng of co-workers and their guests (limit one per co-worker) pressed up against the forty foot long bar negated any notion of sober anti-socialism.
Many conversations, glasses, and hours later, I'm reminded by my co-workers of great things that I've done and said the night before:
- I made a date with someone's boyfriend to go rock climbing.
- I put a slice of chocolate cake in someone's pocket, which the recipient ate when he got home.
- I didn't understand why being in California was a legitimate reason to not make it to the party.
- I discussed astrology which led me to the astrological and dreams analysis page of Glamour.com, and discovered Cancer was my "rising sign."
- I impressed a couple on how I passed Chemistry for Engineers in college with a 0 on my final, and still passed the class because of the curve.
And to end the evening:
- I paid cab fare through my coworker with a $20 bill and two brown sugar packets. And I'm still waiting for my change.
I was also very flattered by the following comment from my co-worker's spouse:
"I like talking to the Big KL. It
feels like I'm in Middle School all over again."
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