On the weekend I was invited to my old employers Christmas party. As is the tradition, we had a stealing santa gift exchange. Each round, one person has the choice to open a gift, or steal from a previously opened gift with the caveat that you can not steal a gift that has been stolen that round.

As soon as the t-shirt at right was opened by someone, I knew what I wanted to end up with. So, when it was my turn to go I immediately stole the t-shirt. But, unfortunately, I wasn't the only one coveting this fine garment. The current CEO (they switch every few months) stole it from me. So, my response was to steal the highest value gift ... which given this crowd equates to the one with the most alcohol. A bottle of Crown Royal.

Very oddly though, no one wanted the whiskey. I was shocked and confused. No one stole it until the very last round. Theft was rampant in the last round. My friend Vincent, who went picked in the first round and wisely picked what looked like a wine bottle but was duped when it was actually a game of Jenga (he was pissed, since no one would steal Jenga) decided that what he really wanted was a teapot. So, when someone finally stole the Jenga he asked if I had a teapot. "Of course I have a teapot, would you like some whiskey (wink)." Heh, heh, the t-shirt was mine.

But unfortunately, a little bird told me that he broke it taking it to work on Monday. So, in the freezing cold, after riding my bike home in the snow, I went to the studio and threw the parts for a teapot.