(I’m sort of channelling my inner Beckdawreck here, whose style I genuinely admire)
Oh hearken ye to thine company Holiday party . . .
Where the company is pleasant (hopefully for ya) and the food is plentiful. It helps the forrmer where I really like the crew I work with, but it doesn’t help the latter where I really really really enjoy New Mexico’s red chile.
What ho the chicken enchiladas, mulled apple cider, warm menudo, and --gasp-- oh my Lord are those fresh biscochItos?!?!
Up waaay past my bedtime, getting home sooper-late, from a shindig where the food was filling and the company fun, now my head hurts and body aches from all the carbs and belly-warming chile. I rarely sleep in past 10:AM . . . today’s that day.
Tripler
“I’ve got tamales on my miiiiind . . . tamales on my miiiind. . .” – Willie Nelson not really