The aftermath of last night's office-based birthday party has apparently left half a bottle of Jack and half a bottle of Captain Morgan's sitting on my desk. Exactly why they were left so close to me is still a mystery, but I expect either some very kind benefactor who has bestowed the bottles upon me, or some very cruel temptress who wants to tease me all day.
Of course, there is always the possibility that they were just accidentally left there without any forethought or malice whatsoever, but honestly, what is the chance of that?
So I think that I need a new descriptive sobriquet for M2. "M2" just is not cutting it these days, especially since it has been pointed out that it sounds as if I am referring to an English highway. Any ideas?
That being said, I will mention that my English highway is coming into the city to meet me for lunch today. I am trying to refrain from seeing this in movie-terms -- you know, the cute couple meeting for lunch all bundled up in scarves, beautiful puffy falling snow, and the roar of Manhattan in the background. It seems like something out of a late-eighties New York romantic comedy, where the people in the couple make very witty ascerbic comments all the time.
Also, I forgot to turn off the ringer on my cell phone, and I am listening to the t.A.T.u. girls at full-tilt-boogie volume, so my office was just treated to several rounds of the Popeye-just-ate-his-spinach-and-is-kicking-the-crap-out-of-people song.