It's that time of year again! You know, when we celebrate Baby Jesus by eating fried chicken, giving each other strange and vaguely mean presents, and drinking until we puke. But we do it as a work family, and it's special, dammit! Here's the evening's itinerary:
We'll start at the office for the Dirty Santa/White Elephant/whatever you want to call it. I'm expecting everyone to bring their worst for this! And, of course, there will be beer and cocktails available to pregame. And food. Richie's, the perfect prelude to a classy evening.
As a wise man once said, "My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it."
Next, we'll enjoy some cheap Hudys, shots of whiskey, and cheese fries, served to us by the kind freaks at MOTR.
Pinball is like beer pong... we all think we're better at it when we're drunk, which we will be by this point.
Then we can go back to the office to hopefully kill the keg. Seriously, it better be empty by the time we're done.
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