It was the starbuck's christmas party last night, much fun. We all met up at the shop and made cocktails using the frappucino blenders (myself discluded, i'm teetotal) and proceeded to get steadily drunk. Then we all headed out to a restaurant where numerous members of the staff professed their undying love towards me (all female, thankfully). First casualty of the nite was sasha, who at the princely hour of 9pm collapsed on the restaurant table. So I carried her outside, bundled her in a cab (being sober has advantages you see) and returned to the merry throngs. Upon re-entering I was forced to 'dance' to some shameful music. After every song I sat down, hoping they'd get the hint but no, I either got an impromptu lap dance or got pulled back up again.
I don't really know why I went, I have a totally different lifestyle to these people. The restaurant we went to, the dress code was shirt/tie/smartly pressed trousers typa thing, here I was in ripped jeans and a t-shirt. I never dress up for anyting, it's against my principals. But despite living on the other side for the nite, I did have a good time. It wasn't my ideal surrounding, granted, but the people I work with are fantastic guys really. It's amazing how little you know about someone until they're drunk.
Maybe I should start drinking again.
I don't really know why I went, I have a totally different lifestyle to these people. The restaurant we went to, the dress code was shirt/tie/smartly pressed trousers typa thing, here I was in ripped jeans and a t-shirt. I never dress up for anyting, it's against my principals. But despite living on the other side for the nite, I did have a good time. It wasn't my ideal surrounding, granted, but the people I work with are fantastic guys really. It's amazing how little you know about someone until they're drunk.
Maybe I should start drinking again.