celebrate the season.

fA lA La lA La. oh, the office holiday party. i have found that it is much like women and childbirth, the actual pain of the experience is too much for the memory to hold onto, a sort of self-preservation that allows us to go back the next year and do it all over again. the awkward mingling, the drunk bosses, the inappropriate advances from older men - and by older i do mean well on their way to collecting social security. perhaps i should don a tee shirt next year that reads "if you are an active member of aarp, for the love of god, don't talk to me." the open bar is both a blessing and a curse - making the chit chat as tolerable as humanly possible for me while also giving the idiots the courage to behave like idiots. i am still reeling from the experience of tonight's shindig, trying to process the fact that i survived the same pickup routine from the same drunk married consultant not once, not twice, but THREE times in a span of less than 45 minutes, still chuckling at the 5 minute conversation i managed to get through without laughing with a grown man, a supposed expert in his field, who had a long piece of cheese hanging from his chin, of which he was totally oblivious, and wondering what excuse i can come up with next year to avoid this misery.