I hate Christmas - Eleanor

(This is another little blurb written quite a while ago... E hated company Christmas parties.  Enjoy!) ...I don't like company office parties. Yeah, I don't get it either. The alcohol is usually top notch, the company spares little expense... I guess I'm just an old fashioned type. Despite how much I may think it or even talk about it I don't drink at work. I rarely drink to get drunk normally but at work, when I'm expected to be sober 364 days a year, one night's slip doesn't really work. Factor in the fact that I'm a sober person among far too many drunken idiots, add loose lips and... "Hey... did I ever tell you I LOVE your shirts... they're always so tight..." "Look who's standing under the mistletoe... thats not mistletoe? Wait here, I'll go find some..." "I never liked you... you're always so stuck up..." "Where do you work again? I... BLARGH!" The parties in Boston were another animal all together. A smaller guest list, closer knit group, everyone knows how to hold their liquor and the ones that can't are taken care of by those who can. Also I never had anyone throw up on me in Boston. An odd thing to gage a night on I'm sure but still something you remember. So I did what anyone else would have in my position; walked down to the locker room, punched a wall, took a shower, stuck my soiled clothing (shoes included) in to be dry cleaned on the company dollar, dressed in my reserve overnight clothing, snuck into the back 'kitchen' of the party, grabbed a few Sam Adams and serving platter of cheese and crackers and headed up to my office. Merry Christmas.