XI-mas party time.

it's time for the annual XI-mas party
here at the white mountain tattoo studio.
mandatory holiday togetherness,
terse, tense, tangibly taught, and fraught with
heaps, mounds, piles, and wads of
forced conversations in strange new situations.
where are we going?
it's a secret.
i'm serious.
what's better than a razor's edge ragnarok of holiday cheer?
a pre-planned semi-surprise party.
yep.
we know it's happening.
it all always really is.
we just don't know where.
at all.
and to be honest,
the suspense is killing me.
almost literally.
what else do i even have to think about?
i mean,
i'm right here,
at work,
in the cold,
with no zippity-zaps to wrench on,
and waiting,
like a patient patient.....
all i'm gonna tell you duders is:
this restaurant, even if it's 5 mutha-uckin' stars,
had better have some sunovab!tchin' sandwiches.
it's that week.
it's friday, too.
real life, real talk.
the last weekend before XI-mas,
waiting for food;
never quiet, never soft.....