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Friday Morning Latin Lesson, Vol. LI

December 4, 2009

So, here we are. The holidays are officially upon us. You know what that means, right? Well, aside from sending cards to people you don't speak to through the other 11 months of the year, fighting through crowds to get some meaningless trinket because you want someone to know you care, Elmo and Patsy pulling in a few more dollars worth of residuals, and fruitcakes and eggnog once again becoming relevant(-ish).

No, far worse than all of these, it's the time of year for parties and visiting family.

Ho ho fucking ho.

Fortunately, there's a line of mountains between me and my family, and in those mountains reside bears. Because of these blessed, wonderful, ursine angels, my mother won't come and visit us (never mind that the bears are, you know, hibernating), and where my mother doesn't tread, neither does my father go. Oh to be raised and married in an age where it wasn't acceptable to simply say: "Bitch, shut your pie hole and get in the car." (Mental note: Learn how to say this in Latin for future reference).

Also, since we put in an appearance over at my wife's aunt and uncle's house, we won't be expected to go anywhere for Christmas. Therefore, it's just going to be me, my lovely and busty wife, and my two demonic darling little angels and all the Christmas mirth and merriment that $37.50 will buy.

Christmas parties? Not so much. We still have to go to those. Well, I suppose we don't have to go to any Christmas parties. We could just hole up in our cozy little abode and spread some bah humbug to anyone who tries to cheer us up. We could just grab our crotches and sneer "I got your Christmas spirit and mistletoe right here!" (Mental note: Learn how to say this in Latin for future reference).

Anyway, my company's Christmas party is this weekend. And, I'm going. I'm going not because I'm expected to go. I'm going because I genuinely like the people I work with. I like my job. I like my company. Better yet? My company actually gets gifts for the employees' children and welcomes them to the company party. I go to the party, I sit with my friends, I have jovial conversations, I eat decent food, I watch a movie with my family and friends, and then one of the managers dresses as Santa and hands out presents to my kids. This is what a Christmas party should be.

Plus, my company hasn't done this politically-correct bullshit and called it "A holiday extravaganza", which really pisses me off. It's Christmas, alright. I realize other people celebrate different holidays and festivals at this time of year, but Christmas is the name of the official holiday that we're let off for. Call it that.

See, my last company did this. They called it the "Holiday extravaganza" or some such bullshit like that. That probably wouldn't bother me so much, but the parties themselves were fucking painful. I worked there three years, and I went to two Christmas Holiday Extravaganzas. The first one, everybody stood around the CEO's dining room table and stared at each other, offering up slices of strained, awkward conversation. The hot chick in the company with the gigantic tits didn't even dress like a holiday slut. I was so disappointed. The second was at a hotel on Duke's campus. We all sat around tables and offered up slices of strained, awkward conversation. The hot chick with the big tits still didn't dress like a slutty elf. And then there was dancing. *stares blankly ahead* There was much dancing... *falls into the fetal position and weeps*

By the time the third Holiday Extravaganza rolled around, I was so dissatisfied and disgusted with my company, my supervisor, my coworkers--pick something and I probably was raging against its collective machine--that I opted not to go to the party at all. Instead, I remained at home, watched a holiday Christmas special with my family on the television and ate pizza.

And you know what? That was the best Christmas party I had while I worked at that old place.

If you find yourself in a similar situation when it comes to Christmas parties--company-sponsored or otherwise--I recommend a healthy dose of liquid courage before you hit the road. And if your significant other is harping on you to get your socks on, it's time to go, hit them with this:

Non ebrius satis sum festum ire.

Pronounced: "Noan aye-bree-oose sah-tees soom fays-toom eer-aye.

Blissfully unfeeling translation in the hovertext.

If Christmas parties aren't the bane of your existence this holiday season, but family is the thorn in your side, take heart: I didn't forget about you. If family is serving as your metaphorical kryptonite, the cure is the same (booze) for what ails you. The phrase changes slightly:

Non ebrius satis sum tuo familia visitare.

Pronounced: "Noan aye-bree-oose sah-tees soom too-oh fah-mee-lee-uh wis-ee-tahr-aye."

Painfully relative translation in the hovertext.

If you want to say "my family", change it to ...sum meo familia... and if you want to just say "the family", drop the possessive adjective altogether ...sum familia...

There you have it, my friends: The Crown of Thistles official method of making it through the holidays: booze. Huh. Check that out. I used a colon twice in the same sentence. I don't know if that's grammatically possible or not. I do know, however, that, much like the holidays, grammar issues are easier to swallow with a healthy amount of box wine.

Fiat, mei amici! (Let is be so, my friends!)


Moooooog35 said...

I don't believe I gave you my expressed, written consent to use that last picture of me and my family.

My lawyer will be in touch.

Pearl said...

Eeeeew! I want to know who took that Christmas picture. Hopefully it was on a timer.

I don't actually mind hanging out with my family. They're pretty funny. But I hear you about the Christmas party. I don't know why we would bother calling it anything else. If we got off for Rosh Hashana, it would be called that, right? And I've never met anyone who celebrated Kwanza...


Joshua said...

I'll have to remember this when we're on our way to my in-laws for Christmas Eve and Day. Much obliged.


Adam L. said...

Yeah, looking forward to the research group Christmas party where we stand around my boss's house, staring awkwardly at each other whilst eating Christmas cookies.

And the follow-up "Bad Christmas Sweater" party that we have planned to take place at my house without the boss/her children.

AND, despite a large portion of my group being foreign born, it's still a Christmas party, dang it.

Just Another Momma said...

That first picture is my kinda glass!! Oh and Merry CHRISTMAS! We don't have company Christmas parties and if we did I'm sure it would be awkward . . kinda like crickets in the night . . .

Amber Tidd Murphy said...

I think you made two colons gramatically possible, and probably biologically possible as well.

All 19 of the bank branches in my "region" are getting together Tuesday night for an xmas bash. Each branch is to bring a creatively decorated three foot tree. We're doing ours up in a paper clip chain, rubberband balls, and multicolored money straps linked together.

I think it's going to be a super gay party. By gay, I clearly mean festive.

Ed Adams said...

Answer: "Bitch, shut your pie hole and get in the car."

Question: "What Tiger should have said to Elin on that night in their driveway?"

The Peach Tart said...

I am heading out to the liquor store today.

Eric said...

Just thinking about family at Christmastime must have you rattled. There are entirely not enough images of scantily clad bodacious women in this post.

Gwen said...

Given that I am employed by Uncle Sam, I am forced to call it a Holiday Party. Blurgh. I typically drink my way through it but this year I am leaving on a jet plane later that night to meet Whiskeymarie and my college friends in Chicago for the weekend. I think I'll leave my liver alone until I get there; I'm going to need it in tip-top shape in order to survive.

BeckEye said...

Oooooh, look at you with the job you like and the co-workers who don't make you want to pull your eyeballs out through your nose every day! Oooh, fancy!

Lucky bastard.

Wonderful said...

Lesson learned. Since everyone except for 5 people got laid off this year, we aren't having a christmas party because my location is apparently the outcast. We are apparently having a "donuts and coffee" get together sometime.

I am not drunk enough to go to the party.

adrienzgirl said...


"Get in the truck bitch!" is foreplay to rednecks. Just sayin'

Alex said...

I know! Ed's comment? Wow.

Husbands CHRISTMAS party is on tonight. Wondering if it's too early to start drinking at 1.55 in the afternoon?

Heather said...

As of today, I found out that I will be able to spend Christmas with just hubby. No family obligations or parties. WOOHOO!!!

Cora said...

I'll be at my sister's this Christmas. She's pregnant and off her happy pills, so she'll be given the right to be a raging bitch while the rest of us suffer in silence. My brother-in-law will be arguing all day with his mother. And my exhusband will be calling my cell phone every half hour to try to ruin my day. And because I'm a nanny, I'll be expected to watch everyone's kids and work for fucking free.

Sadly, I don't drink. So I'll be drowning my sorrows in ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream. *le sigh*

Jimmy Bastard said...

I'll drink to your wisdom my friend.

jojo said...

well I am returning a comment.... and well come by and see my last it was funny!

jojo said...

oh and I am enjoying a lovely bottle of vanilla irish creme. Such an drunk I am becoming.

Lisa-tastrophies said...

Oh sweeeeet!!! I was needing something to tell my mom as to why I didn't want to go see her this year! Now that I can tell her in Latin that there isn't enough alcohol in the world to make that trip less painful, my Christmas joy is complete.

And MERRY CHRISTMAS not Happy f*cking Holidays to you too. :-)

Nej said...

The Christmas party here consists of them (the top of the food chain) buying a ham that we (the worker bees) have to cook. Everyone (the worker bees) also bring potluck dishes. Then everyone (everyone) wanders in and out of the break room, carrying plates of food that we all take back to our desks, or meeting rooms (if there is a group of us), to eat.

Very festive. :-)