FIESTA TIME COMPANY STYLE
the alternative reality that they are, company parties are kinda cool...especially if you are sober. being sober allows you to remember all the bizarre little conversations you partook in and all the minute details of the evening. one week ago today WETA had their holiday wrap party down at the Hope Bros bar on the waterfront - the same location two days hence where a few of the wait staff would be stabbed and bottled for some unknown reason by a group of 6 samoan guys. he'll be ok but that doesn't make it alright. they caught the guy responsible and he's getting 14 years behind bars. i'm getting ahead of myself...
when i decided to go to this thing, i told myself that i'd split when it started getting nutty. all went well right from the onset whereby i handed my drink tickets to the first person i saw upon entering (my kind act of the day). she was happy to receive them too. mingling started off slow until the crowd grew a little. i headed to the far side of the bar where the noise wasn't as bad and hung out there for the most part bouncing from one conversation to another.
among the things i learned that stick with me a week later are: a friend likes to build jet engines as a hobby (got some great stories too), another wants to build a doggy retreat (land is already purchased), one was pregnant and i hadn't even known, cutting edge high resolution digital projection systems can be quite pricey, there are some fire and brimstone women who live in Australia and possibly the weirdest rumor as to why the film HALO got shelved...the CIA was to blame.
i hung out till around 1am where, by my definition, it started to get nutty. i don't know how others define nutty but for me it's when you're dragged to the dance floor (even against your will and better judgement) then groped, fondled then finally jumped upon and then dry humped like a rabbit. yep, i sure do like work parties but its time for me to go. i liked it, don't get me wrong...the thing is, she was married.