Festivities

It's Christmas-time... with the volley of shoppers - yes, volley! - who bump/smash/slam into me every day when I leave work, with the office becoming empty at 4pm, with me getting swamped with work (why do I care again when clearly noone else does?), with that music - the lovely, festive, lively, energetic music - that greets me every morning, with the spirit and energy that surrounds me, with all its goods and bads.

The only thing missing is an event I usually organize... something gay such as Secret Santa... or I don't know a tea party... fine, not a tea party... a book club. It's been replaced instead by loud, snap smash slam ra-ra-ra-ra, testosterone-driven competitive sport - a foosball tournament. And I wish I'd signed up for it! If only my partner hadn't ditched me. I suck at it... I beyond-suck at it. And that's what made me decide not to sign up. But now there's several team-sucks and I'm the only one not participating. I feel like such a scrooge! Bah!