Office Christmas Party
Well, I just got home from our office Christmas party. I'm pretty friggin tired, but I want to write while everything's fresh in my head.
The party was actually not that bad. The party took place at El Portal on Wall Street. There were about ten people there. Six were employees of the veterinary office and four were friends and family. I, of course, didn't bring anyone. Still, I had fun.
My secret santa gave me a Chinese Tea mug. Kinda cool I guess, but I don't drink tea and I'm not Chinese so, I guess I'll just put it in the cupboard for when I have company.
Now, I won't bore you with the details of the party, but I will tell you about the young lady I met. We'll call her Samantha to protect her identity.
Samantha is the sister of our receptionist. She's cute, a little on the chubby side, but who cares, right. What's important is her sense of humor. Our receptionist introduced her to me and we got to talking. Turns out she's also a Los Angeles transplant, although, she's been here in Seattle for approximately three years. Turns out we both lived in West Los Angeles. Weird, huh. I had to come all the way to Seattle to meet someone who almost lived next door to me. Small world indeed.
Anyway, we spent the night talking and making fun of Los Angeles. Where everyone has a script and every waiter is an aspiring actor. We both hate the same fakery that permeates the very existence of most Angelenos. I have found that not to be the case here in Seattle and I find that refreshing.
We ended up talking for most of the night and ended up being two of the last people to leave. I like this girl a lot. She's really cool and down to earth. I think she digs me to. At least I hope. Anyway, I gave her my cell number. No she didn't ask for it, but she also didn't refuse it. I didn't want to ask for hers because I didn't want to put her in that position where she had to give out any personal info to a stranger. Although, a stranger that I think she likes.
We're supposed to get together for lunch. It was my suggestion to have lunch because it says a lot less than asking her for dinner. We'll see how that goes.
So there you go. I have my first date here in Seattle. I'll let you know how lunch goes. If it goes well, then maybe we can have dinner.
You know, tonight was the first night I didn't think about my ex-fiancé. I liked that.
-Randall
The party was actually not that bad. The party took place at El Portal on Wall Street. There were about ten people there. Six were employees of the veterinary office and four were friends and family. I, of course, didn't bring anyone. Still, I had fun.
My secret santa gave me a Chinese Tea mug. Kinda cool I guess, but I don't drink tea and I'm not Chinese so, I guess I'll just put it in the cupboard for when I have company.
Now, I won't bore you with the details of the party, but I will tell you about the young lady I met. We'll call her Samantha to protect her identity.
Samantha is the sister of our receptionist. She's cute, a little on the chubby side, but who cares, right. What's important is her sense of humor. Our receptionist introduced her to me and we got to talking. Turns out she's also a Los Angeles transplant, although, she's been here in Seattle for approximately three years. Turns out we both lived in West Los Angeles. Weird, huh. I had to come all the way to Seattle to meet someone who almost lived next door to me. Small world indeed.
Anyway, we spent the night talking and making fun of Los Angeles. Where everyone has a script and every waiter is an aspiring actor. We both hate the same fakery that permeates the very existence of most Angelenos. I have found that not to be the case here in Seattle and I find that refreshing.
We ended up talking for most of the night and ended up being two of the last people to leave. I like this girl a lot. She's really cool and down to earth. I think she digs me to. At least I hope. Anyway, I gave her my cell number. No she didn't ask for it, but she also didn't refuse it. I didn't want to ask for hers because I didn't want to put her in that position where she had to give out any personal info to a stranger. Although, a stranger that I think she likes.
We're supposed to get together for lunch. It was my suggestion to have lunch because it says a lot less than asking her for dinner. We'll see how that goes.
So there you go. I have my first date here in Seattle. I'll let you know how lunch goes. If it goes well, then maybe we can have dinner.
You know, tonight was the first night I didn't think about my ex-fiancé. I liked that.
-Randall
posted by Randall556 | 1:07 AM
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