I'm sort of glad that I'm unemployed this year, otherwise I'd have a work Christmas party to go to, and last year's didn't turn out so well. A year later I'm still trying to put the pieces together and live down the embarrassment. In my defense, Tracy was at the Waterloo Inn and confirmed that the red wine was super-extra potent and served in copious ammounts.



Here is what I recollect:

- meet and greet everyone and decide on table

- develop plan to get more wine and establish ourselves as the rowdy table

- over several hours I take pictures of drunk coworkers

- get the thumbs up from boss who is impressed by my ways with the women

- establish reputation for dancing with exuberance

- harass fellow co-op student about something I remember nothing about

- more time passes only the drunk are left

- decide to leave, but get in fight with an acquaintance first

- need to cool off, so I wander the overpass and nearby parking garage

- injure myself causing a large bruise in varying shades of purple, green and yellow

- stumble back to hotel, get in first cab, it's full of americans

- talk aimlessly with americans about nothing, but probably something stupid like accents

- awoken by roommates after passing out

- am really cold, in bed wearing fleece and insist they all crowd in bed with me

- drink water, and puke. not necessarily in that order

- wake up next morning to find wreckage of personal affects

- go into state of denial



I should have read this before I went.