The Hangover

I'm an idiot. Oh, so cocky in my post on Friday wasn't I? Well, I went to the party, I saw the bar, it conquered me. Huge. What was I thinking?

You see, I don't really drink anymore. Oh, I'm up for a few wobbly pops when I'm with friends, but I don't "drink" anymore. Well, I did on Friday. A lot. Didn't do a striptease on the buffet table, didn't vomit in the punch bowl, but the repercussions of an evening like that are felt more the next morning, when wee girl woke up ready and raring to go. Oy vey.

I'm too old for this nonsense. I now vividly remember why it is I don't drink anymore. And I swear, this time it's true - I'll never drink that much again!

Free Booze!

Tonight is our company Christmas party. It's been awhile since I've worked for a company that cared enough about employee morale to throw a party and offer up the opportunity for socializing with that guy you hate in Accounting outside of office hours. Mark me down as officially excited. Except about that Accounting guy, but whatever - perhaps we'll bound over tequila shots.

Which leads me to the age-old advice: don't get drunk at the company Christmas party! I'm sure you've heard it all - it might be career-limiting, you might commit a firing-worthy offence (like this chick - check it out) My response to you? Bring it on!

You see, I'm old. I'm old enough to know better, and I have age and experience on my side. If I got hammered tonight really, what's the worse thing that can happen? I'm old enough to know that no matter how drunk I get, I won't perform a strip tease on the buffet table. It hasn't happened to date, so odds are it won't happen tonight. I won't start a cat fight with the CEO's wife - I don't start fights when I'm drinking. I'm not a puker, so there will be no vomiting in the punch bowl. I have age and experience on my side. And it's an open bar. Game on.....

Lazy Saturday

It's 4pm, and I'm still in my pyjamas. I love this. You can't do this in the summer. In the summer, the pressure is on to maximize the good weather and "get things done". But now that the weather is cooling, small child and I are bundled in our fleecy jammies, the woodstove is on, we've got one nap under our belt, and all is good with the world.

The enormous bucket of Hallowe'en candy is just icing on the cake. Heck, I have MONTHS before I'll be seen in a bathing suit. And curling is on tv.

Heaven....