We had our office Christmas party this afternoon. Here in France, there’s no beating around the bush, naming things Holiday this and Holiday that. It’s plain old Christmas. It was passably fun. I did manage to cross the line on the fois gras. Yum! One of those things you either love or hate. At the moment it’s sitting in my stomach a bit uncomfortably. I cut out early, which i’m not sure was ok. But i really don’t have too much school spirit right now. I left while everyone was finishing off the champagne and gathered around the new foozball table. In French it is “Baby Foot”, as in baby football (soccer). Things are pretty tenuous at the company, and i do think that the foozball table may have lifted the atmosphere considerably. Maybe it was the booze.
I also bailed out on a going away party night for one of my coworkers. I’m not sure what it is, but i am uncharacteristically not in a party mood these days. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Drinking and chatty small talk just ain’t holding the same allure. Instead it’s lemon tea and an old episode of This American Life on Real Player. I also want to post a link to this blog by Amy which i stumbled upon yesterday. It’s really good.
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Nil by Mouth is written by Neille Ilel. Neille is a writer, reporter and user interface specialist in Los Angeles. If you think that's a lot, she's also got a host of meandering sidelines including improv comedy, tennis, cooking, drawing and thinking about learning to play the guitar.
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