This year, I have one party to go to for the holiday season. It happened on Friday, in an unheated dairy barn at a historical village. The evening ended with a rousing game of musical chairs played to the halting tune of "Bohemian Like You," which is either scary prescient or scary ironic.
But scary, which ever way you look at it.
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