In two hours or so, I'll have a tiny appetizer plate in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, surrounded by twinkling lights, dance/pop music and a thousand coworkers from my part-time job. Getting there and back will probably be a huge, expensive pain in the ass: a cab-ride from My Cube to the Loop and back.
Mike emailed me an invite to this, but I am feeling tired and moody (closed Gallagher's #264 again last night) and may not feel up to attending, though it does sound interesting or "wacky" as he described it. [oddly enough: as I type this WLUW is playing Zelienople right now!]
And then there's a Christmas Exchanges with friends, family, and coworkers. Ah, the stress. Hell, I get a little sad walking the aisles of Jewel-Osco shopping for cheap and crap groceries for myself much less freaking out whether someone else will like what I buy. I hate asking for gifts and such from people, and I am not a big fan of buying stuff for others. A feeling probably related to some buried, hidden trauma from my childhood or something.
But I slog through every year.
And then there's the Terror of What Am I Going To Do New Year's Eve!
I like January 1st: the Holiday Horrors are done for one more year.
Okay, off to shave my head, and then down to the River East Art Center for coworker booze and mischief.
Happy Holidays.
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2 comments:
We are glad you made it mac, shaved head and all. It was-as always, nice to see you with beer in hand 'talking the talk'. Later! Stay tuned for the potential New Years Eve plan...(if interested)
Sul
never made it to that party on saturday, either. Too hungover and drained. NOt sure about my new years eve plans either, though Brian mentioned something about Susan wanting to have something. Wonder if Pramod and Tiffany are having a party this year.
see ya soon.
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