What was that I said about Christmas being the time of Excess?

Lisa's company Christmas party was tonight. Finding out it was hosted at a local hotel, I was pretty worried we would be served shitty chicken, but we got off lucky.

Big Christmas Buffet.

Oh yeah. Roast turkey and stuffing, ham with a pineapple glaze, roasted potatoes, grilled peppers, eighteen kinds of salad and a dozen cheeses... parfaits and cakes and cookies and squares...

Ugh. I ate far, far too much.

The real pity of the night was that there was supposed to be dancing. There was, but after two hours of eating, and an hour of giving out door prizes and awards. On a Sunday night. So we couldn't even start dancing until after 10 o'clock. I need to be sleeping by 10:30 if I want to get a full eight hours rest.

So we danced for as long as we could, but had to leave before any real good songs came on. Lisa was sad.

We also didn't win any decent door prizes. We did walk away with a box of peanut butter 'Nutchos' and a golf shirt, but I generally don't like processed peanut butter, and the shirt was one size too small. For me, anyway.

Ah well. I ate a lot. So I'm good.

Mom Rating: 3 out of 5. It's good to eat at Christmas. Mom thinks I'm too big already though.

Early Morning

Snow Sweeper Thing

Take me home, big fella

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