So today was one of three holiday parties I'm having at work. This was, I believe, the biggest one, that encompasses all workers all over the city. That might be wrong. In any event, it was held at 1pm at the Heartland Brewery at Times Square. Pertinent facts:
-I saw my first real, actual limbo. There was a professional limbo "troupe" comprised of two limboers. Awesomely enough, they were called "JC Starfire". The man limboed lower than the woman, about two feet off the ground if my horrible estimate is anywhere close to correct. Professional limboers are not people you set out to see, I don't think, yet you should. They were very entertaining, though the male member of JC Starfire had bizarre circular slits running up and down his parachute pants. He had nice legs.
-One of my male co-workers was wearing matching black leather pants, vest and HAT. He pulled it off perfectly.
-Some of the workers at Cerebral Palsy Associations have cerebral palsy themselves. One such worker in a wheelchair got on the dance floor and had more fun than anyone I've ever seen in my life. One lady did that shawl thing around his neck, which was hilarious. One lady GRINDED with him, which I thought was inappropriate for a work function.
-I didn't dance, because 1pm is too early to listen to horrifically loud disco music.
-Psychologists tend to observe dancers rather than dance themselves.
-Food can be quite delicious. I had the mini-steak bites, two slabs of chicken, much asparagus, two rolls, and salad. As a result, I did not eat dinner. This is unhealthy, but I am poor so it worked out OK for me.
I will give updates on further holiday parties, but I can't imagine them comparing to this one. Limbo!
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Limbo!
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It's interesting that, as a psychologist, you observed other psychologists observing dancers. If you had to guess, how many people would you say were observing you? (Meta-meta-meta-observation is my back-up dissertation subject, if this whole chemistry hoo-hah falls through.)
-SD
If I had to guess, I would say zero. Though my fellow psychologists were observing gargoyle-like from atop a very gothic looking ledge, I was on a higher-up floor.
I can only assume I was on the highest floor, even though I can't look behind myself. Thus is the failing of metapsychology. And gargoyles.
I'm now picturing your holiday party taking place in some sort of tower like structure, with an infinite number of balconys stretching towards heaven, surrounding a pit filled with writhing limbo-ers.
All of this happens in slow motion or something.
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