ho! ho! ho!
and in a few minutes you'll realise just how appropriate that title is!
so on friday night we had our work christmas party. which means hundreds of people from both office buildings congregated at a nice bar in the rocks for our 'white christmas' get-together.
i left work a little bit early and went back to a workmates flat in redfern to get ready. by getting ready i mean drinking a bottle of wine, a glass of his bottle of wine, a large scotch and coke each and letting a gay man pick my outfit (i had brought 2... one safe, one flash and sexy... he chose the sexy one).
so even though we finished work early we left the house already an hour late, decidedly tipsy (leaning towards drunk) and i haven't eaten anything since breakfast. i'm wearing a flowy white dress thats silky underneath with a mesh overlay. on top of that i have a wrap around, mesh,dark red (basically maroon), slightly embroided with sparlkly bits, ties up under the bust and the girls are on show! team that all with a strappy pair of stilletos and a large amount of alcohol and i was strutting around with a permanent smile on my face and a glass in my hand.
so already i've commited at least one cardinal sin (2 if you count the cleavage) of the office christmas party. i'm outragously drunk and just a little bit friendly.
before long there were hands on my butt and lips grazing my hands/shoulders/neck. i won't deny i was flirting just a little. but nothing... i repeat.. NOTHING could prepare me for what happened next. a guy who works on my floor was kissing me! another cardinal rule broken... but one might say it happens at least once at every christmas party. and i would tend to agree... but folks.. this guy is GAY! and i found myself proclaiming that very fact. his reply? 'i like tit's and you're hot'. needless to say i was very confused.... as i assume, was he!
so the night carry's on and the gay guy is gone and forgotten when the I.S guy from level 2 pops over to chat. i really don't quite remember what happened next but hands were on butts and i believe we were kissing in a dark corner... thats 2 folks! the conversation was heading along the lines of 'where do you live... thats too far, i wonder whats around that dark corner' when i decide i need to go to the bathroom and Ali (my brothers girlfriend and zurich employee) grabs me and says she wants to go home. bye bye cute I.S guy from level 2.
so now its me, Ali and G waiting for a taxi. G works along side Ali over in the other building and we had been flirting and dancing earlier in the night. he decided he wanted to come with us. within about 5 seconds, a very drunk G had his hands on my butt, his lips on my neck and eventually.... thats right... 3 for 3. we were kissing in the taxi and ali was groaning 'G she is like my sister!'
so i wake up saturday morning convinced i was dying but should i survive, i would have to find another job. the next day at homebake (music festival in the domain) C (a girl i work with and am now friends with) found the whole thing bloody hilarious.
I went to work today determined to lay low and see what people remembered/saw and relied on the fact they were all too drunk to see what i was up to. turns out i got away unscathed (so far). in fact more people come over to say hi to me and chat then ever before. the phrase 'party girl' was used i'll admit but there was no funny looks, no strange chattering in the kitchen and no smart ass 'how was YOUR night' remarks.
so, ho ho ho folks... merry christmas!
so on friday night we had our work christmas party. which means hundreds of people from both office buildings congregated at a nice bar in the rocks for our 'white christmas' get-together.
i left work a little bit early and went back to a workmates flat in redfern to get ready. by getting ready i mean drinking a bottle of wine, a glass of his bottle of wine, a large scotch and coke each and letting a gay man pick my outfit (i had brought 2... one safe, one flash and sexy... he chose the sexy one).
so even though we finished work early we left the house already an hour late, decidedly tipsy (leaning towards drunk) and i haven't eaten anything since breakfast. i'm wearing a flowy white dress thats silky underneath with a mesh overlay. on top of that i have a wrap around, mesh,dark red (basically maroon), slightly embroided with sparlkly bits, ties up under the bust and the girls are on show! team that all with a strappy pair of stilletos and a large amount of alcohol and i was strutting around with a permanent smile on my face and a glass in my hand.
so already i've commited at least one cardinal sin (2 if you count the cleavage) of the office christmas party. i'm outragously drunk and just a little bit friendly.
before long there were hands on my butt and lips grazing my hands/shoulders/neck. i won't deny i was flirting just a little. but nothing... i repeat.. NOTHING could prepare me for what happened next. a guy who works on my floor was kissing me! another cardinal rule broken... but one might say it happens at least once at every christmas party. and i would tend to agree... but folks.. this guy is GAY! and i found myself proclaiming that very fact. his reply? 'i like tit's and you're hot'. needless to say i was very confused.... as i assume, was he!
so the night carry's on and the gay guy is gone and forgotten when the I.S guy from level 2 pops over to chat. i really don't quite remember what happened next but hands were on butts and i believe we were kissing in a dark corner... thats 2 folks! the conversation was heading along the lines of 'where do you live... thats too far, i wonder whats around that dark corner' when i decide i need to go to the bathroom and Ali (my brothers girlfriend and zurich employee) grabs me and says she wants to go home. bye bye cute I.S guy from level 2.
so now its me, Ali and G waiting for a taxi. G works along side Ali over in the other building and we had been flirting and dancing earlier in the night. he decided he wanted to come with us. within about 5 seconds, a very drunk G had his hands on my butt, his lips on my neck and eventually.... thats right... 3 for 3. we were kissing in the taxi and ali was groaning 'G she is like my sister!'
so i wake up saturday morning convinced i was dying but should i survive, i would have to find another job. the next day at homebake (music festival in the domain) C (a girl i work with and am now friends with) found the whole thing bloody hilarious.
I went to work today determined to lay low and see what people remembered/saw and relied on the fact they were all too drunk to see what i was up to. turns out i got away unscathed (so far). in fact more people come over to say hi to me and chat then ever before. the phrase 'party girl' was used i'll admit but there was no funny looks, no strange chattering in the kitchen and no smart ass 'how was YOUR night' remarks.
so, ho ho ho folks... merry christmas!
posted by nat at 9:38 pm
2 Comments:
You TART!
I was expecting this story to go along the lines...I was in the toilet of the (insert name of station HERE) so drunk... Was it in the UK or the US? I think it may have been the US? New York was it??
It was around this time of year too....
As I said befor, you TART!!!! ;)
you'll have to be a bit more specific my dear. if you are referring to me being incredibly drunk in a station it was most likely New Orleans as that was when i nearly got arrested.. but NY fits as well but not quite as exciting. If you are referring to me being a "tart" then it would be the US AND UK... and europe... and sydney. but i don't care. so ner!
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