PINKBUNNIESLIPPERS

Oh the party....the party...
I will lead in with the high point being the "tailgating" at the bar across the street the hour before. We headed over (back over) to my building for the said party. Open bar, food and prizes.

Open bar. It was a beautiful thing. Lovely in fact. Top shelf. Enjoyable.
Food. Cheese. A few bits n peices of crackers. Not memorable. (tailgating we had ordered yummy deep fried cheesesticks so the bar was set and how to compare anything with lovely crispy warm cheese)
Prizes. All the higher ups sans one won the prizes. Fixed? On the fence about that. Oddly every year it's like this. Personally if I was making six figures and won I would gratefully decline (also as they receive "extras" weekly such as were offered) and pass it on as I have seen many an executive with class do. Not that I ever win mind you but...

And the topper was me babbleing (drunk embarassed babble) to the head honcho how I was going to "wih his approval" put a HUGE STROBE LIGHT in my cube "for Christmas". Akward silence.

crickets

still chiping...