Last night was the Christmas party. Things went really well and the evening ended early enough that I had hoped to get a full night's rest. It didn't quite happen the way I had planned, but all in all, it was good. Only once did I have to say "PC, get the fuck off the table and sit the fuck down." That was the only moment I got a little annoyed. Even when he decided he needed to unbutton his shirt and believe, if only for a moment, he was Don Johnson and the boss's wife was the damsel in distress, my pulse didn't even quicken. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can appreciate a good night of booze and near public nakedness. He came. He saw. He conquered. You can't blame a boy for enjoying a few hours of Christmas WooHoo.
I have to go write a final exam in 24 minutes. Wish me luck.