Holiday Party 2008

So my company descended on the Rittenhouse Hotel on 12/19 for the annual Holiday Party.  In the previous two years our decorum was kept in check by dinosaur bones and butterflies.  This year, all we had was a fancy hotel to get wasted in.  And boy did people get wasted.

While the slurring and swaying is typical, as is the drunken-dancing, we did have a few employees who won the gold(schlager) star award.  One woman fell flat on her ass - at the start of the night.  And then tried to hit on the waiter who helped her up.  One of the women who is higher up in the organization definitely had too much to drink.  And I am pretty sure that the entire staff got rick-rolled by the DJ.

All told it was a very fun evening to unwind and pat each other on the back for a lot of hard work in tough times.  Many companies scaled back or canceled their holiday parties completely, so for us to still have such a lavish event did not go unnoticed by this blogger.

So the Phillies won the World Series.  Surprisingly, Philadelphia still exists!  Rioting and looting was minimal.  Police were EVERYWHERE.  

And the entire nation was able to witness our susperstition as a city when they showed the miniature William Penn statue on top of the tallest building downtown.

Below is a shot of Main Street Manayunk about 2 hours after the game ended.

Dream a little dream

I had the most bizarre dream this morning. In my dream I woke up, turned off the alarm clock and then changed the time on the clock so "I could have more time to sleep."

I spent the entire time in the shower trying to figure out if that really happened or not. I had to check my phone, my microwave, and my cable box clocks to be convinced that I was still ok on time.

I cant stand the rain...

...out my window. Thanks Missy

Seriously, I was in Seattle for three days and it didnt rain once. I come back to PA and it rains for a week straight. And it is 63...in August.
It's been kind of depressing here with the crappy weather, so I am looking forward to the promise of a hot and sunny weekend. I'm going to be in Atlantic City getting drunk on the beach.

I also get my car back, finally. I took her in two weeks ago before going on vacation. She is FINALLY going to be ready tomorrow. First thing we are doing together is getting her a bath. It's been so long...

Balloon Day

I was listening to the radio on the way home from work today, and they were talking about this prank gone horribly wrong. It got me thinking about something we used to do in elementary school called 'Balloon Day.'

The premise was simple. Every student filled out a postcard with his or her name and address. The card was attached to the string of a balloon. At the end of the day, a special outside assembly was held. At a designated time, every student would release his balloon. Eventually, the balloon would break, sending your self-addressed postcard back down to Earth. The finder of said postcard was then to write a brief message on the back, noting the geographic location where the card was found. It was always bragging rights to the kid whose balloon went the furthest.
So how fucking stupid were we? Aside from all of the environmental concerns with sending pieces of balloon back to the Earth, what about child predators? If you liked naked little children, can you imagine your delight when it started raining names and addresses? I am pretty sure that helium can cross the Megan's Law boundaries, so this was a pretty fucking stupid idea. And parents now think MySpace is bad...

My Baby Takes the Morning Train

There can only be a handful of reasons, Mr. Talkstooloud, that made you punish the rest of us with your inane conversation. I have summarized these below:

+ You truly don't know that you speak that loudly, or that your voice really carries
+ You are an attention-whore that wants people to overhear your conversation so they think you are cool/important/fun
+You really are so rude that you didn't notice everyone shaking their heads and rolling their eyes at you

Honestly. Your conversation went for over an hour solid. There are three dead spots along the way, but you kept going! I am sure your conversation about electrical boxes and managerial status really was that pressing, but next time try to keep it down please

My Guilty Pleasure

I admit it, my guilty pleasure is reading Missed Connections on CraigsList. Part of me wants to see if anyone thought I was hot enough to write about, and part of me wants to see nerdy acts of desperation.
I think my all-time favorite posts are the "Dear waiter/bartender/desk guy at restaurant/bar/store. Are you gay? Let's meet for coffee/drinks/blowjobs. You smiled at me and made eye contact, so I picked up a vibe..."
That's mighty ambitious of you, Mr. Anonymous Gay Poster. I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but when you have a service job, especially one that relies on tips, smiles and eye contact are a good way to be friendly without actually having to be friendly. Last time I checked, doing your job was not the same as sending off a "vibe."