and then there was the party...
saturday last was a blast. one of my superior's other half had a birthday party and so off to the mdanso we went. [sorry for the late entry!]
it was a rather chilly evening. the moon was out and the neighbours dogs were barking. i had no trouble finding the place. emman b [friend in new york] interrupted me with a very drunk phone call from some high society cognac party in manhattan. another reason for me to hate him. he works on wall street and brags about the banker's wives he bonks. yes emman b. you heard me right.
anyhoo, back to the party in the valley. anyone and everyone from the office was there. even the ones who come across as the 'non-party' types. just as i got there i was greeted by a massive fire spitting display from a woman fire-eater. wow. okay. i guess they really go all out here to impress. typical californians. yeah, it was a spectacular display and litttle african soul in me was in awe.
afterwards, i interrogated dann for the nearest cervezas. yes, just point me to the beers and i'll be happy. i then started my beer marathon - haven't gone out in yonks - and that heinekken went down nicely. then it was off to the taco bar outside - yes, they had these mexican guys making tacos outside! oooh, were they nice?
then the volume was cranked up, the lights were dimmed and the dj started playing the commercial hogwash which we all girate to aimlessly. but it was good. those moms who go off to pick up little jasons and ashleys from soccer practice and piano lessons had mutated into these disco divas. i was dragged onto the dance floor. no wonder those forty-something year olds didn't bring their geeky silicon valley husbands. they were out to grab our young boy flesh. at that point i switched on the msawawa mode and we started killing it. i should have taken my own music.
i now have been officially invited to the christmas office party. there's a fund at the office for my airticket. i cannot afford to miss the party of the year.
it was a rather chilly evening. the moon was out and the neighbours dogs were barking. i had no trouble finding the place. emman b [friend in new york] interrupted me with a very drunk phone call from some high society cognac party in manhattan. another reason for me to hate him. he works on wall street and brags about the banker's wives he bonks. yes emman b. you heard me right.
anyhoo, back to the party in the valley. anyone and everyone from the office was there. even the ones who come across as the 'non-party' types. just as i got there i was greeted by a massive fire spitting display from a woman fire-eater. wow. okay. i guess they really go all out here to impress. typical californians. yeah, it was a spectacular display and litttle african soul in me was in awe.
afterwards, i interrogated dann for the nearest cervezas. yes, just point me to the beers and i'll be happy. i then started my beer marathon - haven't gone out in yonks - and that heinekken went down nicely. then it was off to the taco bar outside - yes, they had these mexican guys making tacos outside! oooh, were they nice?
then the volume was cranked up, the lights were dimmed and the dj started playing the commercial hogwash which we all girate to aimlessly. but it was good. those moms who go off to pick up little jasons and ashleys from soccer practice and piano lessons had mutated into these disco divas. i was dragged onto the dance floor. no wonder those forty-something year olds didn't bring their geeky silicon valley husbands. they were out to grab our young boy flesh. at that point i switched on the msawawa mode and we started killing it. i should have taken my own music.
i now have been officially invited to the christmas office party. there's a fund at the office for my airticket. i cannot afford to miss the party of the year.
man errrbadi loves you!
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12:50 am, March 17, 2006