On Christmas Eve I was one of the (must be) 1% of Americans with an office job that actually had to show up for work. Afterwards I went to Beverly and George’s Christmas party. Nick (her coworker), Justin and Shirley (George’s girlfriend) also came. We played rock band and Scene It, interrupted by a feast of Chinese food and chicken wings. A photo exists somewhere of me on a couch with my eyes closed.
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