Last night was the company's Christmas Party. It was AMAZING! I'm so happy because everybody was awed at its magnificency. Definitely all the stress and annoying meetings paid off, because I'm ah mastah pahty organizah! Go me! :)

I also had loads of fun, though -- practically danced all night long until I couldn't feel my toes anymore and had to take off my shoes to keep on dancing. Whee! ;)

Christmas is also one of the perks of working in the public relations area at the office. Why? Lots of invitations and nice gifts. I've been taken out for lunch twice last week, I got really nice Xmas cards and today I got two wonderful books, one about Venezuela's National Parks with huge, beautiful pictures that would make you shit your pants, and "Tierna Es La Noche," by one of my favorite writers, Jaime Bayly.

I also get unexpected visitors -- I met our new sales executive from Lufthansa today. My god, he's gorgeous, even if he looks like one of the guys from the Vienna Boys' Choir. However, he also has a deep, sexual stare. Really. He's like all intense, and I don't know if this is caused because I'm generally a horny person, but I swear he looks at you and it's like he's saying "fuck me." Makes me nervous.

Oh, talking about fuck me, my boyfriend Hawksley sent me the most gorgeous Christmas message. An excerpt:

"let us hope to sing with our clear pure voices. let us be warmed by our simple peace in this winter. let us claim our truths and debunk this mystery. at last, we are a simple animal. feel the breath of your blessings. be good to yourselves and others. it's not that hard. it's not that easy. sing from your heart, little, lost lamb."

::sigh::