Forgot to mention: I went to busy daddy’s company holiday party last night, which was held at a cute Swiss brasserie near busy daddy’s office. As the gays like to say, Everyone was there! Paul Lynde! Rip Taylor! Everyone!
I got to meet some of busy daddy’s clients and friends, and catch up with people I haven’t seen in a while. This was the fourth holiday party I’ve been to this season, and I’ll tell you what, it was the best one so far, not just because I’m biased toward busy daddy, but because of the party’s intimate scale, cozy venue, and yummy eats and drinks.
One problem: I think I’ve exhausted my admittedly limited reservoir of small talk, so I didn’t have much to say to anyone. I tried pretending that I didn’t speak English, but most people quickly copped me to my little charade.
We had a great time. We did, however, get home much too late.