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Dec. 15th, 2005 12:24 pmMy sister just came back from the doctor.
So sometime around the end of July....
So sometime around the end of July....
Dec. 15th, 2005
I laughed so hard I think I cried.
Dec. 15th, 2005 03:36 pmToday, we had our holiday party. Now, given my last entry, I was already in a pretty good mood. Also, when I came in this morning, there were multiple goodies on my desk from coworkers: a candle, a hand-painted vase, some homemade chocolates. I also put up a new Pandora station with all Christmas/Holiday music, as i've finally decided it's time to get into the spirit of the season. Woot.
After a fairly spiffy lunch, and some nummy desserts, we came to the part of the afternoon called "Snowball's Chance." I'm sure you're familiar with the game, though you may know it by a different name. Everyone brings a gift, and puts it in a pile. Everyone has a number. When your number's called, you can take a gift from the pile, or you can take the gift someone else has already claimed. If someone takes your gift, you can get another from the table-- but not from someone else, or the game'd go on all day. A it was, there was a bottle of Jose Cuervo that must've changed hands half a dozen times-- and there were only 47 of us playing.
I was almost at the end. It seemed like half the people in the room had gotten bottle of wine or some manner of liquor. A hard-drinkin' bunch we have here. So I determined to go after a particular brightly-wrapped box still on the table. Mmm, I thought when I got up there. It's kind of heavy. Wonder what it is? Everyone was pretty rowdy by this point-- as rowdy as those in the financial world get-- so when I burst out laughing, there was much 'Turn around! Show it off!" So I did. And we all pretty much laughed until we cried.
A set of sauces and wing mix. From Hooters.
My friend Gail chortled, "The perfect gift for the perfect girl!" I couldn't help it-- I turned around to face Hung, who had the company camera, and smacked the box right up against the girls to show it off. She says she got a fabulous photo. Everyone was howling, and I laughed so hard I cried.
A very good day.
After a fairly spiffy lunch, and some nummy desserts, we came to the part of the afternoon called "Snowball's Chance." I'm sure you're familiar with the game, though you may know it by a different name. Everyone brings a gift, and puts it in a pile. Everyone has a number. When your number's called, you can take a gift from the pile, or you can take the gift someone else has already claimed. If someone takes your gift, you can get another from the table-- but not from someone else, or the game'd go on all day. A it was, there was a bottle of Jose Cuervo that must've changed hands half a dozen times-- and there were only 47 of us playing.
I was almost at the end. It seemed like half the people in the room had gotten bottle of wine or some manner of liquor. A hard-drinkin' bunch we have here. So I determined to go after a particular brightly-wrapped box still on the table. Mmm, I thought when I got up there. It's kind of heavy. Wonder what it is? Everyone was pretty rowdy by this point-- as rowdy as those in the financial world get-- so when I burst out laughing, there was much 'Turn around! Show it off!" So I did. And we all pretty much laughed until we cried.
A set of sauces and wing mix. From Hooters.
My friend Gail chortled, "The perfect gift for the perfect girl!" I couldn't help it-- I turned around to face Hung, who had the company camera, and smacked the box right up against the girls to show it off. She says she got a fabulous photo. Everyone was howling, and I laughed so hard I cried.
A very good day.
Have to add....
Dec. 15th, 2005 08:55 pmI feel I should mention that when I got my Hooters gift and showed the rest of my company, I knew exactly why everyone was trying-- mostly unsuccessfully-- to stifle giggles. So I just thumped the box up against The Girls and said, "Oh, come on-- everyone's thinking it."
THAT'S when the room broke up laughing.
THAT'S when the room broke up laughing.