Christmas Party tonight and I'm weighing the pros up against those cons.
Pro: Free meal and drink for the duration in a readily escapable City Centre spot.
Con: Connie McEldowney won't be there. I had a big grá for Connie before she upped and left for brighter things, like a heavily levied income at a mildly less beleaguered series of pods.
Pro: One or two of the female number crunchers might fall afoul of my ready quip.
Con: There's midweek Premier League fitba on and I do hate to miss it, even if it does feature Berbiggub and Blackburn.
Pro: Mirabilis will be in attendance, so if all else fails we'll sit aside the dancing floor and poke fun at Attention Seeking Social Pariah Number 1.
Con: My arch nemesis won't be there, and by arch nemesis I mean the lad that got me drunk last night.
Pro: Myself and (recent re-blogger) Terence can resume our love affair from the weekend just gone in Waterford.
Con: I'd end up dancing, and nobody should have to witness that.
Pro: No work tomorrow.
Con: The same cunts that always do the music are doing the music, and they tend to play the fucking Fields Of Athenry. A lot.
Pro: Dinner plates. Their heads. 1-0.
Con: Having to make small talk with people whose names I should know by now.
Pro: Free drink.
Con: Teaching a class before it all kicks off, don't want to bring my notes to a place of potential destruction.
Pro: Ale gratis.
Con: Somebody, over the course of the evening, will inevitably ask: "Are you STILL working here?"