Skippin' Out

Today, I made the final call - I'm skipping this year's work Christmas party. I'm feeling a little bit guilty. As it is my fifth year at this company, I'll be receiving a plaque. A plaque to be presented at the Christmas party. The Christmas party I'm skipping. So, it will be very obvious that I'm not there. I'll just have to bank on my ability to weather the political fall-out resulting from my absence. But, you see, this year none of my tight work colleagues will be present. None of them. And, as has been standard for the last two Christmas parties, this year I would be without a date...again. Unless, of course, you want to count the enormous zit that currently resides on my upper lip. He's large enough to be named and he's outlasted any dating relationship I've had in the last two years. We are nearly engaged, me and my zit. I think I shall call him George and we shall get married at the Cape and buy a winter home in the Carolinas. It shall be lovely. I must be careful not to pop him.

So, anyway, I'm skipping the party for a hardy workout, a cold drink, and a long rest before I hit the road for my second attempt at a weekend in Chicago. It'll be a great bonding weekend between me and Cass and, of course, George.