Only three days after dragging myself back from a lovely week in Chicago, I was back at Copenhagen airport. Yes, it was the soon-to-be-infamous Hello Christmas party in Berlin. Things I've learned from the trip to Berlin:
If you go with the right people, everywhere you go in Berlin looks remarkably like Ruby's on a Friday night.
Champagne is the true breakfast of champions
Everything you've heard about Danish Christmas parties is true.
You can go a remarkably long time without sleeping, even if you probably shouldn't.
I love the people I work with - every single one of them. It's obvious we all deserve each other. If you're reading this, I love you guys.
(Dreadful picture of me on no sleep and too much champagne courtesy of Jorgen Juul)