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High strung party

Businesses throw a holiday bash for their employees come Christmas time.  It is tradition that exists in corporations of all size across America.  Time to tell your peeps that they deserve to stretch out and have booze on the company's dime.  This once.

So it was with my employer that hosted its annual event in a contemporary art museum in the city.
The rains were upon us so it was a mist covered evening as I stepped out of the BART (our local transit with a meager 40 miles of operable track) to make my way to the festivities.



Not sure if any arriving attendees (many from work) were high strung that night but some of the hosts assigned to drink duty were.  Literally.  The audience was greeted with two acrobats in mid air wrapped in silk scarves dangling from the ceiling.  And they had champagne bottles in their hand whereupon they attempted to pour some of it out to passerbys below.



It was a spectacle.  Not being a fan of the bubbly myself I strode on up the stairs to the main extravaganza floor.  In total five floors were decked out for the party and the hot chocolate (which I was going to attempt to get to before the crowd) was promised to be ready on the fifth.

Turns out my advance march upstairs was for naught as the chocolate was in its early infancy of being warmed.  So lukewarm is how the 'hot' chocolate was when I happened on it.  Oh well.  The desserts were wonderful.  Since I for one do not particularly pay attention to the sequence in which I consume food, I went ahead and enjoyed the pastry including matcha cake in relative calm.

The desserts were accompanied by a sax and bass and it was possible to hear it above the din of the crowds on the floors below us.

I then strolled downstairs one floor at a time sampling the world cuisine. I stayed clear of all alcohol not being smart to appreciate wine or have the palette to enjoy any of the local beer.







Each floor had some kind of music trio carving or beating a musical instrument or two.  Not a huge fan or student of music I could not tell who the bands were or what they were attempting to do.

There was quite a bit to choose from food wise and getting there early and tackling it top down proved a good move.  Sort of Jeopardy in reverse if you followed the strategy of a recent champ called James Holzhauer who picked the high value tiles from the bottom going topside.

I exited the event within 30 minutes.  Not a fan of large crowds this was slated to be my last company hosted event in a while.. 

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