Last weekend, I traveled to Columbus, Oh., to visit my friends Bo and Sean for their third annual summer party. As in years past, their party coincided with Bear Camp.
Pictured above is Bo (left, one of our hosts) and Mike from Boston, who “borrowed” my camera and got a little carried away. The photos he took are not part of my flickr set from the party.
In the last ten years or so, the one “party foul” I hear a lot about is double dipping, where you use a chip (or cracker or vegetable stick, etc.) to scoop some dip, take a bite of it, and then — using the same chip — dip again. It was the subject of one “Seinfeld” episode, which inspired someone to research the effects of double dipping. Because, you know, there’s nothing more important to research.
You can read the article I linked to above if you really want, but how about I save you five minutes: double dipping isn’t a great practice, but it’s not always as bad as people make it out to be.
So last night’s office holiday soirée was a good time. There was dancing, there was food, and there were people crawling around on the floor.
And apparently, when you mix lesbians and alcohol, they arm wrestle.
I’m about to do something completely unheard of that I’ve never done before, ever. I’m attending my office’s Holiday Party™ (patent pending).
I’ve been with the organization now for over six years, and not once have I ever gone to one of our holiday parties. To be sure, I have done a couple of our summer outings — our 2006 white water rafting trip was probably the best one we had and I was sure not to miss it. How many chances does this city boy get to do something that awesome?
But as far as our holiday gatherings go, I’ve either been already gone for the year or I just didn’t feel like going. I’m also not big on socializing with people I work with. While there are exceptions to the rule — a couple of whom peek in on this blog from time to time — friendships with people I work with tend not to work out for me in the long run.
I have my reasons for going this year. And I’m not telling.
