Two Or Six Days To Go

Hi, it's me again. Noone reads this any more, so the purpose of blogging is little more than one of talking out loud. Nice to do, regardless. Even though I don't do it as much as I should.

As the ever-so-uncryptic title of this entry denotes, it's two days to Christmas, or alternatively for my focus, six days to the alternative festivities of Chrissimas. In other words, yes, Chrissi is flying in for New Years and so forth for a couple of weeks. This rebranding to mark the occasion either passes for marketing or for being very droll, I am unsure which yet. Regardless, I've used it before and am sticking with it.

In other news, office Christmas party was on Friday, my first of such noted events. It was surprisingly not as crap as may have been predicted, accompanied by the hilarious concept of a fork buffet (when a finger buffet just isn't enough!) and your typical generic live band. One nagging worry is that by virtue of not drinking, you lack an excuse if you venture/are dragged onto what passes for the dancefloor. For some reason I always seem to end up there despite it being very far from my natural habitat. If you drink, you can claim inebriation. I think this is quite unfair.

On the bright side, I only have to work half a day tomorrow by virtue of it being Christmas Eve. This sounds ace. Means I can have a productive afternoon ... in theory. In reality, it means spending a couple of hours in the pub instead, and racing back before the shops close to finish off that last item.

Oh, if anyone still reads this, drop a comment on. If there's actually a response I might up the ante and blog more than once a millenium.