One Merry Elf, Please

The office I work in has an annual Christmas party and this year, I was invited.  I work with a lot of middle-aged people.  I'm the youngest on staff next to a 31 year old girl named Lindsay.  I'm also the only dude aside from the Doctor himself.  Not the actual Doctor, mind you, but this periodontist guy named Roger.  Roger, I believe, is short for Bill.  As if you didn't already know.


I was allowed a plus one, so I called up Josi and asked if she'd like to go.  She said yes, we planned it out, and I picked her up this evening for a drive down to Bandon.  We ate at The Wheelhouse and it was delicious.  This juicy piece of chicken I ate was covered in pesto, cilantro, jalapeno, and feta.  OhmygoditwasAMAZING.  A piece of vanilla cheesecake and chocolate swirl to top it off was just perfect.


Doctor sang an Elvis Presley classic while his current (as in, here today gone tomorrow) girlfriend wrapped her arms around his neck and overbounced.  What a dork.  Both of 'em.


(EDIT) This was a dull post.  I realize that in hindsight.