Last year, D Magazine didn’t throw a Christmas party. Economic s-storm and so forth. This year, we’re having one, but it figures to be a fairly sober affair — mostly because it’s tonight, a Wednesday, and it’s scheduled to last only two hours. I’m not complaining, understand. Just laying it out there. I’d rather see how many drinks I can consume at Ozona in two hours and listen to my co-workers sing karaoke for fabulous prizes than go home to my wife and children. Right?
So how is your company handling it this year?
Oh, and if you want to follow along tonight, get your Twitter on. Your best feeds: zaccrain, timmytyper, ericceleste, kostelny, rhondareinhart, and dmagazine. One of the issues I intend to explore tonight is the following admonishment that just came over the email from she who has organized the party. It read: “Remember: dress is super casual and you can wear whatever you want. Just please wear something appropriate.” Because if dress is not just casual but super casual, how is one to dress inappropriately? Like, I can’t wear a bathing suit, or what?
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Our company is having a holiday party tomorrow night, and it, too, involves karaoke. No prizes, though, that I’m aware of. Just nightmares after we get home.
90 person pot-luck lunch….non-profit style!
ACS/Dallas doesn’t have Christmas parties anymore. The remote offices do, but ACS/Dallas is just too cheap to do it anymore.
I’m blogging this from the D Christmas Party — whooooooo. I never saw so much free-flowing booze celebratin’ the Nativity in my life. Look, there’s two of the three wise men: Tom Hicks and Tom Leppert. Tom Tom. And Jerry Jones showed up with some “girls Tiger introduced me to.” Holy smoke, holy smokin’. Know what I mean? And, oh, goodness, must we argue the benefits of the Trinity bottoms redevelopment when Santa Claus is coming to town? For crying out loud, let’s have a Silent Night instead of trying to shout down the people who want to turn the Trinity River into an Olympic Kayak Park. And, this is my favorite part — bidding for the greatest gift of all — the bungee jumping booth rites for the Calatrava Bridge! Sproing! Pour me another glass of that MD-20-20 and put some ice in it. I am getting magazine-faced tonight! Might even call the DMN from the D offices and offer space on Frontburner for news that’s not fit to print on paper or spew on radio. Anybody got any of them sausage balls? I never sausage balls.
Why not tally up the amount that would otherwise be spent on the so-called holiday celebration, then split it amongst the rabble (not the upper-crust managers who are likely to get some kind of bonus for making some kind of quota anyway)–this bonus would be much more appreciated (even with after the required taxes are deducted) than watching the schmoozing and drinking that goes on that ultimately leads to fuzzy memories of “oh my god, did I actually do THAT!” Believe me, for what is spent on these shindigs, the spread the wealth notion would be more appreciated this holiday season as a bonus than having to attend yet another “do I have to show up at another social event with people that I have to be with all day but do not necessarily want to socialize with during my so-called evenings off!? But then again, maybe I am being too cynical in representing the “little person” who in most cases have seen no raise in quite some time–I know, just be happy to be employed at this point. Of course, I just happened to hear the statistic that the 16%-foreclosure rate is not going any lower any time soon. Happy Holidays, however you choose to celebrate it
I think super casual means you have to wear a cape.
My party invite was delivered via pink slip. Happy Holidays!