Saturday, December 10, 2005
I SAW THE BOSS KISSING SANTA CLAUS / UNDERNEATH THE MISTLETOE LAST NIGHT
I hate corporate Christmas parties, but not for these reasons (as prissily related by our local rag):
That party sounds like the rare company shindig worth wasting an evening on!
Today's Wall Street Jounal Bids & Offers column explains the ideal well (after describing another, more odious, yuletide bash):
Remember that movie scene where a successful consulting firm throws a lavish black-tie event at a swanky restaurant with a large fountain, and two co-workers' husbands hate being there, so they drink too much and one makes lewd comments about the other's wife and soon they're poking chests and yanking ties?It gets worse?!? Looked on in horror?!?
Tricked ya! That was no movie. That was Cynthia House's company holiday party.
It gets worse.
"The next thing you know, the two tuxedoed clowns were thrashing in the fountain," said House, 42, of Minnetonka. She was a department director at the time. "One woman was trying to escape and her feet flew out from under her on the wet floor. Someone finally walked over to put a stop to the fracas and also ended up disheveled and soaking wet. The rest of us looked on in horror."
That party sounds like the rare company shindig worth wasting an evening on!
Today's Wall Street Jounal Bids & Offers column explains the ideal well (after describing another, more odious, yuletide bash):
Many memories were made, and some partiers may even remember them.
