This week, I got to play co-host to about 30 visiting colleagues from around the country. I have known some of these folks for years, and they are friends. The new ones fit right in, like we went to college together.
One activity we planned was a boat trip (with cocktails) on the San Francisco Bay. Although the water was a bit choppy and the winds fairly persistent, we had a blast. We whisked under the Bay Bridge, past the Ferry Building, and darted in and out of the Fisherman's Wharf piers and around Alcatraz (with perfect sunset lighting and just-right clouds).
That night, we ate dinner at Moose's in North Beach. After some very nice wine, we sat around and talked about what the plural for moose is and whether moose travel in herds or packs or caravans or whatever. (For the record, moose are not very exciting. Predictably, the plural for moose is...moose, and they travel in herds. There are MUCH more exciting names for groups of animals: a parliament of owls, a company of parrots, a dray or scurry of squirrels.)
I think its healthy to blur that line between coworkers and friends.
2 comments:
A moose once bit my sister.... Mind you, moose bites can be pretty nasty....
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John don't forget a murder of crows, a congregation of alligators, a shrewdness of apes, an army of caterpillars, a rabble of butterflies, a flock of camels, a convocation of eagles, and of course a clutter of cats.
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