For the first time, I had to sit through a company Christmas party (not mine, obviously, because you have to have a job to have a company Christmas party). It made me feel old. And weird. And drunk (mostly because of all the free booze I drank). I got to hear lots of stories about the company (a driver's training program) and about people's kids. The ones about the kids were way worse.

But I got a free meal and I got to sit at a table with a Marisa Tomei look-alike. I guess I came out about even.