December's frenzy

Good morning, I have filled the apartment with the aroma of Chocolate Caramel Ghiadelli Coffee, and i think everyone thanks me for it. You're welcome!
last night was the Edgewood Management holiday party, and it was pretty damn snazzy. It was held at Terrace Club, on a (you guessed it) terrace that was enclosed and warmed by giant heat lamps. think for huge lizards. we had a view of the Rockefeller Center tree and St. Patrick's loomed close by.The food was fair, the bar was open and the audience was floored when the newbies performed a skit that consisted of talking shit about everyone at the company. Now we are "in". It's good to be in.
so by 8, people were in pretty deep, talking family, talking shop, talking politics. My heart wasn't in it. What was my heart in? Bowie, David Bowie. Up to the DJ i shimmied, in an itty bitty black dress, and requested "Let's Dance". Everyone took the song literally, and I can say i single handedly got that party rocking. (Pats back). We danced, I think I learned the mambo, and then I went to meet my friends at my personal favorite bar, Company. It was packed, I switched to PBR, and requested "Let's Dance". had a nice long cab ride home, stopped at Popeye's for some chicken and potatoes, and fell asleep to the telly.
But no time to nurse this hangover(see below)

I'm off Christmas shopping!