come all ye' faithful? of course i hear choirs of angels singing! it's my sanity telling me, "whoooaa, come again? the twilight zone?" last night's company Christmas party at NanSorella's wine bar was (dare I say it?) crazy.

-my boss, Ruth Ann, kissed me on the lips, and then she felt up (and down?) my boyfriend.
-my other boss, Ruth Ann's husband, Marvin, kissed my check, grabbed my butt and then breathed Scotch into my soul.
-i had to fake joy when i opened my Christmas present - a 5-count whiskey decanter set.
-Chris' two drink tickets turned into a half a bottle of wine and three dirty martinis, and then he called Marv a "son of a bitch" at the dinner table when talking about who was to 'take care of the bill.'
-Ruth Ann and Marv got a plush, "melting snowman" from "us" (aka, the executive assistant)... and then Ruth Ann made googley-eyes at it and danced as it sang 'Frosty the Meltman' and shrank down into the table.
-Julie showed Ruth Ann how to 'make a cool crack' by putting the back of a spoon up to your pointer & middle finger together, bent, and "Look, it's a butt-crack!"
-Ruth Ann declared that everyone had to wear the outfit we wore to the Christmas party to work today because her and Marv weren't going to be able to drive home and were going to stay in Appleton, and she couldn't be the only person wearing last night's clothes.
-everybody but mark & i was bombed.... when that ever happen?

i'm coming to realize i should be more thankful for that whiskey decanter. but who says it has to be whiskey? i think tequila will make a nice substitute.