[FleetsidePaul]

My second wife worked in this really tall building in downtown LA. I don't remember how tall but it was one of the taller ones.If I remember correctly it was the tallest one. Big boy.
Every year. They would have a Christmas party. And book us a room in the hotel for the night. And it was always on something like the 40th floor or something. Waaay too high for me.

Nothing ever happened. But it bugged me. We were looking down at the roofs of some really tall buildings. And I thought "What if there's an earthquake? I know that they put those buildings on rollers to roll with the shaking but when you're up there. Eh. You start thinking about it. It's a long way down. What if a really big one hits.

But the only bad thing that happened was that they had horrible food and some really expensive beer that was awful. (At least it was free) And I had to go with my ex wife and behave myself. Which was no picnic. I hated those parties.