Christmas in the air
So I think I've finally caught a little bit of the holiday spirit. I went to my first corporate holiday party on Monday. There was a yummy buffet and an open bar, and I met my goal of not making a fool out of myself. I did dance one dance but only because my jolly Irish publisher dragged me and my boss out there. Your superiors cannot mock you if they are dancing with you.

When I came home, my roommate had put up a Christmas tree. As you might imagine, it is very small. It sits on an end table and has only a handful of ornaments and candy canes, but it's still a tree. And my first real tree at that. (My family always had an artifical tree.)

On Tuesday I got invited to the Christmas party my local Irish pub holds for its regulars. I've only been there three times (because one of my friends really digs the Irish bartenders), but I guess that makes me a regular. It's a really charming place, and I'm not a girl to say no to an open bar (with Magners on tap!) and a free buffet.

Oh, and I might be going ice skating at Rockefeller Center this weekend.

Mr. Darcy he ain't
I saw Girl with a Pearl Earring on Wednesday night. Colin Firth has disturbingly long hair and is sort of creepy, at least at the beginning.

Ridiculous
Next week I will be moving cubes for the second time in four months. Way to plan ahead kids.