Well the food at the office party was hearty and fabulous, the gift revolting, and the chatter, of which I did not partake, was about hearing aides and surgeries gone horribly wrong, with the resulting lawsuits. Tales of vegetative children and withered sisters abounded. After the office get together I went to recover at Molly's. As I lit a votive in gratitude for my beer I was advised: "Goldfish make good pets." Books of matches with enigmatic messages have been appearing in the bowls lately, with sayings such as "Shave that head", "Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks"and "You will hurt your foot", as well as more naughty phrases. I sat down and contributed "Weasles are your best protection", "Seances are good clean fun"and "Tatoos get you chicks". There were some others, "Don't snort pepper"and "Blue is a good color for your feet", I recall. I have a list prepared for the next series, with writing tips: "Ït is wrong to ever split an infinitive", "Comparisons are as bad as cliches", "Profanity sucks" and "Be more or less specific"... Perhaps the revelers at Molly's will leave more little pearls of wisdom or predictions on the inside of the matchbooks in the bowls on the bar.