Today's schedule includes the office holiday party. Before I reflect on past office parties, to keep the riders up to speed, I have landed a steady gig with a small firm in River North, Chicago two months ago. With the all the liberties freelance employment affords, it's good to have a home for the holidays, and a steady check. In the spirit of general debauchery, here's another installment of Modern Drunkard: Local Only

With the possible exception of the right to bear arms, the philosophies and rights laid out by the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence are best represented here. Under low light and neon signs, in the mumbled conversations during the one-hand lean at the urinal, what America was and should be is preserved.

A year ago found me at another holiday party with my former employer. Though, there was not a xerox machine present, I did stay out until at least 2a.m. with one of the founding principals. I called in sick the next day, and a month later I was laid off. I'm not positive there was a connection between the two events, but one never knows. Admist economic struggles, a certain moral flexibility could have counted against me. Ah well, fuck 'em solid.

Cheers, to all the people out there who are not affraid to get ripped, and have zero hesitations when declaring their passionate desire for what is affectionatly referred to as hooch. Clink.