Holiday Party tomorrow night.

Every Holiday Party I have ever been to has had the following characters from central casting.

1. Young Attractive Immigrant who wears something that in 2006 is borderline inappropriate, but in 1990 would have been completely inappropriate.
2. Married guy with 3-4 small kids who looks forward to this night starting in about July. Usually drinks a few too many Amstel Lights. Towards the end of the night spends too much time with number one.
3. Young male, recent college grad who still feels he needs to capitalize on an open bar to the point of at least one or two really awkward comments, but often to lead to enough beer courage for him to think the single 36 year old VP who still goes to the gym every day at lunch is into him.
4. The Dancing Geek. The guy who probably spent his entire high school years as Dungeon Master, his college years as late night college radio DJ and currently knows way to much about Spiderman 3, and yet somehow can dance.
5. The once bitten woman. You can immediately spot her by her mixing every other white wine with a glass of water. She promises herself that what happened in 2002 will never happen again.
6. The Greaser. The career climber who uses the truth serum of free Corona to try and pump you for any inside information you may have, that may help him strategically in the coming months.
7. The Ansel Adams. There is always one person, who I can guarantee isn't drinking, there with a camera. They usually email the pictures before work even starts the next day.
8. The Lake. The bitter guy who will over the course of the evening, estimate how much this is costing, be forced to dance, will end up in awkward run-ins with Senior Management in the bathroom, and wonder as always why do we have to have it on a Wednesday in November.