sweet stuff

have been busy with booking and cancelling tickets to go home for xmas. and when i returned to the office there were rumours floating that there was cake to be had at some kind of christmas-carol-thingummy organized near the parking lot. the only problem was that... well to put it mildly, the whole thing sucked. It was so unbearable that all my friends had given up the ghost and came back despite the pull of the cake which was supposed to make a late appearance . but since meself was never one to back off from a challenge i persuaded some of my other friends to come with me for moral support. it was to be a quick mission. in - cake - out. not exactly the yuletide spirit but thats the only way they agreed to come. and i lost all interest in the thing when i heard that the santa was so substandard that people were spreading the word that he was on atkins. also people weren't allowed to sit on his lap :-(

and the inspiration for this blast about the party is that the cake kinda sucked too. and as someone said about sorrow crown of sorrow being thinking about happier stuff, i am here thinking of the real christmas cakes i have had...