I took my brother to the Google Holiday Party. He said he recognized 50 ex-classmates from Stanford. I only recognized about 30 friends from around the company.
Somethin' ain't right there!
Some young Googlers invited us to after-party, but just the thought of it made me tired.
Around 11:30pm, things were winding down:
Me: [looking around the room] "This room is half cleared-out. All the kiddies have left."
Me: "It's past their bedtime."
Tom: "No, they went up to San Francisco to party some more."
Me: "Oh, that's true."
Tom: "Let's not kid ourselves over whose bedtime it is."