Tonight is our first holiday party of the season. My company is having its annual Holiday party and after much deliberation (not to mention threats from my dept if I didn't go this year) we've decided to attend. It shouldn't suck too much because the husbands of all the ladies in my department are bringing their own flasks to help subdue the pain. Gilday will be bringing the flask that he got at his bachelor party filled to the brim with some Irish fire water.
It should be a fun time, maybe. On the bright side, we're getting a free meal and valet parking Hey, it can't be any worse than this.