Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough

784_1 Urgh, I’ve been out of commission since Wednesday. I don’t know what happened but I became instantly and violently ill that afternoon and since then, I’ve been perpetually dizzy and motion sick, if I even move my head, nausea sets in. Initially, I blamed it on too much low grade, free wine from the evening before (I don’t think I’ve ever been to an office holiday party. My closest approximation is the moderately sad, though train wreck amusing annual Special Library Association gala, which they throw in November because it’s cheaper the further you get from Christmas. Inevitably someone over 70, or who looks to be over 70, will start boogying hard to oldies like “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough,” (which I guess was an upgrade from last year's big band numbers) and the entire room is trashed after two glasses of Chardonnay. Me, I somehow manage to find the only straight, reasonably attractive, good humored, foreign-accented, male librarian who happens to live in my neighborhood and close the bar down with him [it shuttered at 10pm so that wasn’t difficult] i.e. mildly hit on him. Like I said, these professional events are disasters waiting to happen. When you start flirting with fellow librarians, you know you’ve had three too many).

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