Snoqualmie

Time enough for talk in the nursing home.

And we're back to unsubstantive posts again in what, four hours?

I've been trying to come up with some way that I can discuss my co-worker's sadism-themed birthday costume party which will make it interesting and thought-provoking instead of merely exhibitionistic, but so far I've failed. What is there to say about the awkwardness of seeing your co-workers dressed in thongs and plastic wrap when it's never been a terribly professional workplace to begin with? And how to speak about role reversals when your whip-wielding self conveniently happens to outrank the people who were wearing chains?

Or person, singular, anyway. The majority of the attendees didn't exactly go all-out on costumes, unfortunately, so when I tell you that the below picture is of the officially declared best male and female costumes respectively, you should also know it isn't actually saying that much. If you look closely behind me you can see some dude in jeans and sneakers, who, if I'd had my way, would've been made to see the error of his ways in short order. Alas, it was not to be. But you can still enjoy this view of me with my unduly good-natured co-worker Wes, who by rights should be horrified that this picture is being splashed across the internet but isn't even perturbed by its presence on Facebook with his full name. At least here on Snoqualmie there's a measure of anonymity in embarrassment.

Click, as usual, to enhance your vicarious pleasure with luridly expanded detail.