This past Saturday night was my first of many Christmas parties this season and to be honest, I wasn’t terribly motivated to go; having spent the earlier part of the day in the drizzling rain on my roof and in my front yard stringing lights abound, then coming in and having the world’s hottest shower followed by some much needed robe-relaxing in bed. The thought of driving 3hrs round-trip for a 6th day this week didn’t really appeal to me. My weekends offer me commute respite and I tend to like it that way.

Coworkers full of “Christmas Cheer”

Thankfully those thoughts were short-lived. The wife and I primped and prepped, then headed out for what was sure to be a alcohol fun-filled evening (if last year was any indication). Felicos hosted our party and I didn’t really have anything bad to say about the location. Good service, great Greek food and a very festive environment—a nice upgrade from last year.

We didn’t bother to follow some of the troops for post-party festivities over to the River Rock Casino but we certainly enjoyed the evening none the less (winning a raffled GPS was a nice bonus). Calling it quits at about 11:30pm, we still had a long drive back to the ‘Wack. We were offered last minute paid accommodations at the Rock to continue partying into the wee hours but declined because of a diabetic cat that needed his breakfast on time the next morning (read: there is no possible way I’d be getting up before noonish with a hangover). We’d have stayed with a bit of notice.

We’ll see if I manage to escape photocopying my ass and distributing it via holiday cards this year. You’ll probably want to cross your fingers in hopes you aren’t on my mailing list.

One party down, 3 to go. Feliz Navidad my babies.