Christmas parties are always the death of me. Okay I lie, social gatherings of more than six people are the death of me. Anyway, started this one off on a great note. You know, forgetting the pants to my suit at home and the jade jewelry exploding into individual beads all over the floor as soon as I step into the hotel room wasn't a good sign to start the evening. But as far as these events go for me, it was good. Managed to snag a seat with people I could talk to all night so that helped my anxiety levels immensely. Plus was able to spurn requests to dance all night. There's just some things that deserve a bit of mystique preserved, and co-worker dancing is one. For the record, I was prepared to resort to the Elaine dance if pressed into battle. All the interest in whether or not I would show up with a guest was kind of funny too. But really, if you're going to bet on something like that you should always go with the odds that I'll be solo.