Maybe there’s something to this “knowing your limits” crap after all. I’m at work, on time and seem to be quite functional; all facts that were highly in doubt going into last night and the fabled office Christmas party. The lure of the open bar was strong, but I guess my will to not have to work today with a hangover was stronger.
That’s not to say that I’m not feeling some battle damage. My innards are a wee bit drier than they should be — alcohol does such a nice job of dehydrating, you know. Then there is the general slow-motion feel to the whole day. It’s like trying to drive a car that can only get into third gear out on the interstate. Hopefully the grand recuperative powers of the human body will clear this all up by lunchtime. Still I’m miles ahead of where I was after last year’s party.
This year’s edition of the holiday extravaganza was great. The venue was the Falucka Lounge, quite the nice looking bar and lounge with a distinct Moroccan theme to it. Along with the open bar and the finger foods there were some unexpected additions to the mix, such as the apple hookahs that surrounded the establishment and the full fledged belly dancer that performed. Why oh why did I forget my camera?
For a smaller contingent of us there was an after-party party. We headed to the Pioneer Bar, arriving just in time to have the kitchen prepare a grand selection of fries, mini-pizzas and onion rings to satiate our drunken appetites while we continued blathering about this thing and that.
So far as I could tell, a good time was had by all. All you have to do is take a look around the office today at the bleary eyes, the slumped posture and the gingerly-made motions to know that. I mean, how can you come into work like that and not say you had fun putting yourself into such a state?
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