It’s 4:45 am eastern standard time. I am cleaning up vomit. Dog Vomit to be specific. Layla, (you know like the clapton song) totally destroyed a nylabone yesterday, segmenting it into chunks and then eating them. Obviously she was unable to process or pass the meatball sized chucks of nylon. So alas, 4:40 am eastern standard time, Diane and I were awakened by the sound of a dog violently vomiting. I was going to take a picture of it, but after the chicken pock incident, I thought that might be over the top.
Friday night I had my company party. I work for a freaking great company. Wait, this was a Christmas party. I make that distinction, not because I want to offend anyone who doesn’t believe in Christ, or celebrate Christmas, because that is purely your belief. But it was the first time in my career that I worked for a company that actually had a Christmas party, not a winter party held in February to save money or be P.C. I mean at this party, no one was talking about Christ, unless they were saying, “Christ, did you see that dress?” There was of course a wonderful open bar, and lots of good food. I stuck to my rule of not mixing alcohol and work. Open bar + bad music= lots of people dancing, and flailing around. Some folks did more flailing than others. Some of the attendees may have an alternative career in pole dancing should they choose to pursue it. Like I said the company I work for is very cool.
Saturday Night, Christmas party at Slick Ricks. Very nice. Everyone was cleaned up. It’s so funny, take folks out of lycra, let ‘em wash their hair and they look like different people. Paul I cleans up great. Got to have a really nice conversation with Kris C. I don’t know her well but every time I talk to her I am blown away by her. Rick and I were teaching her the Secret Henry’s Team Hand shake. She’s very cool. Diane and Alan huddled comparing notes on their minis. Dan the Man, and Dave Pro shared equally horrifying stories of going down on the road with me. Hmmm. I’m gonna stick with the trails for now. Rock Star Joey was there, but bailed a little early. This is due largely to the fact the Rick’s Beer Pong table was being repaired. Biddle was rocking out with Red Bull and I’m guessing vodka. He really is a bad, bad man. Diane and I had a really nice conversation with Jenny. We were all kinda disgruntled with the state of Newark, and how it has kinda lost it’s home town feel. Ironically, we all live in Elkton. Jenny was yet another person who knows Chris Malinowski. The dude is the world wide web. The best thing I heard all night was Rick’s brother Brent introduce his long time girlfriend to someone as “Angela”, problem is her name is Amy. Ouch. That’s gonna leave a mark in the morning. Slick Rick and his girlfriend Jen put together a great evening. What a great time…
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