The company Christmas party . . .

Was executed without any disorderly drunken moments by yours truly.

I can’t take a lot of the credit for it. I honestly didn’t feel so well at the onset of the dinner, and wasn’t optimistic that I would be able to make it through. Tylenol came to the rescue, and I was a new woman. I defied all medical common sense by having a few hot tea and brandies, which made me feel even better — for several reasons. I felt so much better, in fact, that I had every intention of following up the hot-totty with a Maker’s rocks. The universe intervened, however, and our server was inexplicably absent from our area for an extended period of time.