What a difference each year makes. At my former place of employment, the '07 company bash was a full, open, swankity restaurant bar with strolling hors d'oeuvres bearers, meat carving and crepes stations, and fussy desserts as far as the eye could see. The next two years, it was bowls of pretzels and McWine in the hallway while we watched the company president shake his groove thang with the ladies from the mailroom.
Seeing as Eatocracy is a staff of just two, we're proooobably not gonna go renting out the entire whale room at the Museum of Natural History, but a good long lunch is likely in order.
Tales of office excess and debauchery are most welcome in the comments below.
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