At Steak

At the T.S. Christmas party (held at Ruth's Chris Steak House, hence the bad pun title), what was at stake for me? Two things, getting to mess around with my co-workers outside of the office, and determining whether or not to mess around with my friends in Azeroth.

The confluence of those things came in the form of D.C., long-standing friend and new co-worker. In an attempt to get me to rejoin the fold and start playing World of Warcraft again, he convinced R.L. to start tweaking my nipples, and to not stop until I started playing again.

R.L. resides in the office next to mine. You see how this would cause issues in the office. When I have time, I'm going to probably work on an installation.

There was also a lot of drunken merriment (read: drunken people). It is surprising how people can really knock back the booze. Nothing out of the ordinary, except one entire table cheering for what I assume was a plane taking off.

I wish I could tell you more, but this was one time I wanted to have fun solely to have fun. We'll keep closer track of details at a later date.