The Original Party Animal

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Back in August, everybody at the office received an e-mail regarding this year’s company Christmas Party. (Oh, I’m sorry. It’s now called the “End-of-Year Holiday Celebration.” Whatever.) I jotted it down the date–Friday, December 14th–in my handheld organizer so that I’d remember.

And then it started to happen.

About a month ago, Ann told me that her employer (an orthodontist) is having a dinner party on Saturday, December 15th. Alright then, now I have two parties to attend. I can live with that since previous dinners have been at costly restaurants or on board boats that cruise the Long Beach Harbor.

Then about a week ago, we get an invitation from our financial planner/advisor. He is throwing a dinner/party for his clients at the local racetrack. And you’ll never in a million years guess when it is.

That’s right–Sunday, December 16th. So that weekend is booked solid with holiday festivities, which makes me even more happy that I don’t drink.

On the other hand, watching your co-workers drink themselves into a drunken stupor is absolutely priceless.

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Married with one son. Likes donuts and long walks on the beach. Got tired of being fat and lost 100 pounds. Prone to using '80s vernacular. Works as a proofreader. Was an extra in a few TV shows. Tries to be funny.

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2 thoughts on “The Original Party Animal”

  1. A financial advisor throwing a party at a place where people gamble. Its your money, you do what you want with it. But if I were you, I would start looking for a new financial advisor. Maybe one who isn’t encouraging me to gamble on the ponies.

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  2. I’ve gone to one in the past. Believe me, people eat, drink, and then get the hell out of there after the raffle o’ crap. He’s got lots of clients and the place is big enough to hold them all.

    Point taken, however.

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