Ugh, going to work on 3.5 hours sleep 🙁
Dena’s office was invited to the annual Christmas party put on by Stewart Title Insurance. I didn’t go to the party last year but I was invited to it this year, since I act as the office “comptuer guy” from time to time. The party was held in Toronto at the CN Tower. It was a crowded affair of people in suits and evening gowns, sipping on wine and talking business. The food and booze was free, but due to being so crowded we barely ate. And since I was the designated driver, I limited myself to a single bottle of Upper Canada Lager. The party really wasn’t my cup of tea, but the Glass Floor was kewl and it’s a freaky feeling walking amongst the clouds. Believe it or not, I’ve never been in the CN Tower until now; definitely an architectural triumph.
Following that party, Dena, Natalie and her boss wanted to go a jazz bar downtown called The Reservoir Lounge. It’s a bar where you’ll find older more-affluent patrons. Again, more suits and such with live jazz music. Either way, it was a definite change of pace for this ass-backwards boy from Northern Ontario. Dena’s boss and Natalie proceeded to get shit-faced and danced up a storm. Dena moderately sampled freaky martinis. Myself, being the driver, soaked up only the ambience. Maybe I’m trash and nobdoy’s had the heart to tell me, but I like the dives I’m used to. So now our car mildy smells like puke and I’m a little tired, but the rest of the gang had fun and that’s what counts. This weekend=relaxation….and maybe a little bit of HL2 😉
