Just came home from a work party. It's the only party that they throw for the year, and the bosses (multimillionaires, mind you) spend around 10,000 dollars on the party on average, and this year has been pretty good to our company.
There was an open bar (and I mean mother****ing open, they had everything and no caps on it) that I took great advantage of, since they didn't card. There was also a great amount of delicious food, it started off with a cheese-bar that had an alleged 3 year old minimum, then moved on to personalized dishes from a variety of chefs that asked us what style of foods that we liked. I had a fantastic salmon and eggplant pho soup with a type of bread that I forget that was coated with truffle shavings. I had to keep reminding myself to eat slowly and savour that ****e because it was one of the best dinners that I've ever had.
The rest of the night was opened to a cocktail party and we had raffles and giveaways and such (none of which I won), and I had a great time. Came home to find that I got an A in political science and a B on my anthropology final, which gave me an A in that class as well.
It's too bad that all of this great news for me came on a day that witnessed such tragic and gruesome events.
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