Deck the Hall

Tonight was Mr. DH's company Christmas party. It's held every year at the same place, with the same menu, and same cast of characters -- the VP's wife who usually has two glasses of wine too many, the engineer who wears his pocket protector everywhere, and the guy in the kilt. Well, that was new. He'd never worn a kilt to the party before. It's not something one sees very often at parties here -- weddings, on occasion, and parades, but not Christmas parties. And to be perfectly honest, it was a loose interpretation of a kilt.

Anyhow, small talk doesn't come super easily to me; this is me 'taking five' out in the hallway. If you look closely enough, you can see my reflection in this festooned light fixture.