Friday night was my company’s postponed non-denominational winter party. It was great fun. They held it in a very nice hotel banquet room, and we were served a tasty meal: maple-glazed duck appetizer, sirloin steak Entrée, and a chocolate mango cream-puff concoction for dessert.

After the meal I took full advantage of the open bar. I’m not a lush, but I do like a bargain. Eventually the party shifted to a pub downtown, and I stumbled my way home about five hours past my bedtime. I wasn’t too badly hungover Saturday morning, but it felt like I must have tripped on my way home and scraped the inside of my throat on the asphalt. I think I may have been shouting a lot that night, but I’m not sure at what exactly. I guess I’ll find out how much of a fool I made of myself Monday morning. I do think the new girl at work was intrigued by my drunken high-pitched shrieking, though, like a siren call from an island of eunuchs.

Saturday I had two friends from Kamloops come to visit, and they brought their Xbox 360 and all of the equipment for Rock Band with them. After a quick Japanese dinner downtown, we went back to my place and rocked out all night long. They even forced me to sing. My neighbours must have thought a goat was being raped in my apartment that night.

This morning we had a quick brunch downtown, and then I saw them off. They were going to a bridal fair before leaving, but I decided to let them do that alone, as I would rather chew my own leg off and paint my naked self-portrait on the side of the parliament building with the bloody stub than enter a fair dedicated to weddings. But I do hope they enjoyed it…

All in all, a great weekend. Always nice to have friends come to visit.