Christmastime is here...

Last night we had our company Holiday party. Since they are planning on having some "grand gala" thing in May, our party was in our office instead of at some fancy venue. Meh, whatever. Anyway, during lunch, I counted 42 bottles of wine in the kitchen, and not even counting the beer and Jagerbomb supplies. I knew it would probably be pretty out of control.

At 5:00, the CEO walks past my cube, directing someone to start setting up the "bar" right outside of it. Really, how often does that happen? The bummer of the evening was that there was supposed to be karaoke (yes, my company purchased a karaoke machine), but it didn't arrive until today. We did, however, have some entertainment. After scarfing down a good amount of Gino's East pizza, someone called us into the conference room to watch a video. Due to some technical difficulties with the Mac laptop and the projector, and after a venue change, we finally saw this video. It was one of those "Elf yourself" dancing elf videos, but with the faces of all the higher-ups in our company. It was pretty funny, and a disco theme! I forgot to mention that our temporary entertainment was our CEO dancing around, kind of in a tap-dance-y way. Who saw that coming?

I think the highlight of the evening was the White Elephant gift exchange. (Sometimes I marvel at how closely my work resembles Dunder-Mifflin...I mean, I have paper samples at my desk, and our Christmas party was basically scripted from that one episode a few seasons ago.)

So when it was my turn to pick, I picked up a heavy box. Inside was a box that said "can liners" on it. Inside that was a small bottle of Jager and a Red Bull. Sweet! But alas, this gift was quickly stolen, so I had to pick again. I picked the one that looked the most like a bottle (and everyone made fun of me...I swear I'm not an alchoholic). It was Boone's Farm! So all was well. Boone's Farm may be cheap, but it's tastier than a Jagerbomb, and I'm a girl so it's acceptable.

Then someone stole that from me, too. I went to the table and surveyed the remaining gifts. One of my coworkers pointed out that there were some envelopes left on the table...thinking they could be cash, I picked one up....and it was a $15 itunes gift card! This was great because our price limit was supposed to be $10...heh. Of course, that was stolen from me, too. I ended up with a Dunkin Donuts gift card, which wasn't bad, especially since I live across the street from one. At least I didn't get stuck with the 40 of King Cobra (which was actually in semi-high demand...that and the mini toy fishbowl).

Later that night, a wonderful thing happened to me. I won the most valuable or dedicated or something (girl) kickball player award (or whatever they called it). Yay! It was very exciting! I got my picture taken and a starbucks card. Woohoo!

I think some people started playing beer pong with a makeshift ping pong ball, which I thought sounded crafty. Alas, I did not participate. After we ran out of the last case of beer, a few of us moved on to a bar across the street. There were some bombs and some buckets o beer, and some talking and inappropriateness. A good time was had by all!

I must say, I think I can be pretty mean sometimes. I made fun of someone's tattoos, but in my defense, they were pretty lame tattoos. I think I was justified.

Coming soon, I will write a post about what I typically do, maybe a "week in the life" format. Because I know you are all dying to know my day-to-day activities. Does anyone even still read this blog? I mean, since I rarely see the main readers anymore, I rarely mention them in my blogging, and isn't that why people read these blogs? To see if their name is mentioned? Yep. I thought so. Shout out...to YOU! The reader! If you even exist! (At this point, Katherine, Oscar or possibly Susie posts a response.)

I need to end with a video. This one is terrible, but I watch this show a lot. I think the video/show would be better with a little less Mady (or if she acted less lame all the time). The other kids are super cute though.