This weekend is an all-weekend packing fest at my apartment. Now all I need are a LOT more boxes than I have. Time to hit the liquor stores.

Last night the Christmas party was fun. It was at Joe's Crab Shack. And, no, mom, unlike Aunt Joy's office Christmas parties with lawyers (trying not-to-hard to not make a lawyer joke here), the "stealing" gift part of the white elephant exchange did NOT turn vicious nor greedy, as a matter of fact, most people were hesitant to steal gifts at all.

I love my group. We are so social compared to some of the other groups in our branch. They made the party much more fun than a schmoozy work event. I ate about 10 million calories of fried shrimp, calarmy, craw fish, french fries, hush puppies, and crab. And I have about 10 million left in a to-go box. The 30 minute run this morning certainly hasn't even come close to making a dent in that. I hope I can convince my group to go somewhere low-cal for lunch today (mmm, Salad Express).