The bluebird of bitterness was hatched three years ago today. To celebrate the occasion, we had a little party with the office staff.
This is the photographer Bob’s sister Ada hired for the party. Unfortunately, his camera wasn’t working, so all we have is what was caught on the hotel’s security cameras.
This is Blanche, who works in the mailroom. She was in charge of the invitations, which she sent out via Twitter.
Bob’s brother Otto hired this trio to sing for the party. They were pretty good, but LOUD. My ears are still ringing.
Bob’s sister Nan hired this guy to make the party hats. She said one of her friends recommended him. If I were Nan, I’d get new friends.
No one here has any clue who this kid is — she just happened to be passing through the courtyard while the party was going on. She stopped long enough to snap a few pictures, then she left. Maybe she works for the local TV station.
Smoking wasn’t allowed in the hotel, so Leonard and Marvin had to go up on the roof every time they wanted a smoke.
This is the caterer Bob’s sister Eve hired for the party. I think he’s her hairdresser’s second cousin. Or was it her next-door neighbor’s parole officer’s brother? One or the other….
A guest checking out the buffet.
Everyone raved about how good the food was.
To no one’s surprise, Ralph drank a little too much. Ralph is the reason we always have a designated flier.
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