Ugh. My legs still hurt from Saturday. Last night was the holiday staff party (or the staff holiday party?) at Miss Chef's restaurant. It's a good time, where Chef serves all the staff a full meal at one giant table stretching down the middle of the dining room. The past two years, this has been followed by the most enjoyable game of Charades I've ever had the pleasure of participating in.
This year was doubly difficult, because the three teens in the crowd kept writing down movies and tv shows most of the rest of us had never heard of. I guess I've finally found a drawback to not having cable. What the heck is "Steven's Untitled Rock Show," anyway?
We finally left the party around 10:00, and headed home to bed. But a belly full of beef tenderloin, potato gratin, chocolate cake and a couple glasses of cabernet sauvignon does not for restful slumber make. Stumbling out of the front door into a pitch-black wall of fog was extra disorienting this morning. Phew! It's been a comedy of errors this morning just getting to work, but I have hopes this confusion will smooth itself out.
It's days like this that make me happy to not be teaching anymore--you can't slide through a day of teaching half-alert!