My work (the "drugplace") had its' Holiday party today. I just got back from it. It was a not bad affair actually. It was over at the Chart House Restaurant on the Hudson River in Weehawken, NJ. Like 100 years ago, I used to work across the street at Qwest. Being back on Harbor Blvd. brought back alot of memories. Alot of fun times were had at Icon CMT/Qwest. A great group of talented people were there. Some jerks too. All in all a good place.
Anyway, back to the party. It went well. Usually at these types of shindigs, you have to take a breath, and figure that you need to just relax, and enjoy yourself. As such, I actually got myself out on the dance floor and shook my moneymaker!! I represented the uncoordinated, Nice Jewish Boy posse while dancing to such gems as "Oh What a Night (1964)" by The Four Seasons and "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson. I think I truly represented as a result!
The best part of the whole party was seeing one of the executives dancing mightily to The Rolling Stones "Start Me Up". That alone was not too crazy. However when I listened to Mick and Keith's lyrics, I realized that they sing about necrophilia at the end of the song ("...you gave a dead man c*nt..."). That makes you see your co-workers in an entirely different light, let me tell you. Especially when they are a power executive type!
Other than the party, I'm hanging in there. I got home a little early from work, so I can write this. I'm gonna go walk the doggies, and chill out w/ Vicki and T. I'm waiting to hear some news about a project I'm involved in. Waiting to hear news when you want feedback is the hardest wait ever!!! I wish you could know stuff instantly, but alas you can't. It's t one of the harder lessons of adulthood that you can't make people work on your schedule sometimes, but that sometimes you have to deal with everyone elses' time frame. Bummer!!
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I believe it's actually "You make a dead man come." Semantics, really. Can still be construed as a necrophilia ref.
Sorry I missed you breakin' it down. :( Maybe one year they'll let spouses attend.
I just came to correct you, but see V did. It's not necro it's hyperbole. He's saying she's so hot she can make a dead man come. (Which is physically impossible, even if they did mean necro.)
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