And not only for those of us who were there. What do I mean? Dollars to donuts says that next year everybody and their dog will join us, which is what we want, so we'll probably take over the entire club, not just the VIP lounge. "Stand back" is all I have to say about the impending major event.

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, allow me to recap. Our evening started early in the VIP Lounge at the ever popular SOMA nightclub, 1015 Folsom. Hors d'oeuvres were served, the bar was stocked, the music cranked/pumped/boomed/whatev, and mirth and good cheer flowed freely. The only moment silence reigned and everyone stood around looking vacuous (you know, the traditional office party scenario) preceded Randall Packer's presentation of his gift to his staff, a beautiful new Powerbook. Santie couldn't done no better.

All in all, much dancing as well as networking was had by all. By the time some people (who shall remain nameless out of personal courtesy, Robert Todd and Patrick Clancy) pooped out and went home, the doors opened for the regular Friday night venue, and our party got an injection of fresh-faced revelers. Really the most amazing part of the evening was that despite dozens of people's belongings strewn all over a commercial nightclub, nothing was stolen. It truly was a time of good will towards wo/men. Bless the holidays. And many thanks to the organizers of this fabulous soiree.

EVERYONE, mark your brand new 1996 calendars now for this year's holiday party--all interns, students, staff, and faculty are expected in their finery. Now would not be too soon to start primping.