Dec 3 House Party

Invites went out to all our respective departments. Salsa was made in finite variety: hot and hotter. (What a contrast to the 23 deg F outside!) There was a keg of Honey Brown. All this was as it should be, thusly by metaphysical necessity. Snow laced the hair of guests as they stamped their feet at our doorstep. The dancing built throughout the night, groving to the beat of Jeremy's proud proclamations, "I am the DJ!" As far as I know the satifaction was universal and it warmed my heart on one of the coldest of days.