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12.10.02 :: 9:48 am I'll give my company this much: they throw a swank holiday party. Three floors of waiters and waitresses in tuxes handing out chi-chi finger foods and apple martinis. Miles of tables with every kind of cheese and fruit known to mankind. Overflowing booze. Ice sculptures. a fifty-foot tree. I was sorely underdressed. But I did manage to get a nice, respectful buzz on and avoided making an ass of myself, unlike some of my co-workers. People. Never ever drink and then dance at a company party. Save it for your weekend. 'Cause I know today we're all talking about the guy who did the caterpillar. |