They had done a nice job with the party. Strolling Dickensian carollers, balloons, wandering hors d'ououeouevres plates and two drink tickets per head. Of course, the two bartenders were swamped within ten minutes. Rebecca proactively attempted to create inter-company amity by introducing herself to some random Deluxe employees, but there is only so much tentative social discourse one can stand. By this point, more than an hour after we arrived, there is a large crowd hovering near the empty chafing dishes and a larger crowd indicating the general location of the now invisible bar. No sign of imminent food. The situation seemed about to turn mutinous, and a descent into barbarism seemed certain. So we bailed out & flew down the freeway and got ourselves some great Thai food at Chan Darette... much more convivial than shouting at each other at the office party.
Saturday, we enjoyed fine drinks, fine food and fine company at a secret speakeasy known only to the smart and fashionable set. I drank like two fishes, but feel great this morning, as this early post demonstrates. Today, my further goals include watching football and catching a movie. Not too interesting perhaps, but one of my first chances to really relax and vegetate, without work hanging over my head. I've just about finished shitting out a 230+ page report at work, and the pressure is finally off for the moment.