Wednesday night was the Topix.net Christmas party, and what a fun time it was. It was held in the Piccetti winery (which is a good thing we'll get back to later). Apparently the wine was quite good as Andrew felt the need to buy several bottles wholesale before he went home. And it was a bit of an adventure to get to the place since it's in the hills just ouside the valley. Turns out though the path is well marked, so as long as you know what you're looking for it's not too bad.
But anyway, I had a wonderful time chatting away with people. Several of whom I hadn't seen for quite some time, like the LiveOps crew. This guy that Tolles had told I would be a good ear for listening to his business idea (I haven't decided yet if I think this was intended solely to force me to talk to a new business contact at the party or not). And I got a chance to spend some time talking with a nice girl with whom I had been meaning to for a while. For all my concern about my social energy reserves, I seemed to make do pretty well.
Andrew and Lexi were kind enough to give me a ride home. Well Andrew gave me a ride, and Lexi passed out after drinking her and Andrew's wine quota, since he had to teach the next day and she had started drinking at a google outing earlier in the day.
This would be the good part of having the party at a winery, since it meant they were used to people leaving their cars there over night. And since I had left my car there, this meant that yesterday I got to sleep in late (since going to the gym would have been about as much work as I would have done at the gym) and take the train down to work.
On a side note, the San Antonio station has a neat underbridge to cross from one side of the tracks to the other. San Carlos has something similar a half mile down the road from its station, but the San Antonio stop is below road level, wheras in San Carlos the train is raised above the street. Anyway, it made me miss the days when I trained into S.F., and almost makes me wish that Caltrain wasn't more expensive than driving.
But Tom gave me a ride to get my car at lunch, and it was definitely a nice feeling to be independantly mobile again. Even if all I used it for was to drive home, I could have gone anywhere, and that's what was important.