last night was our office christmas party. some key moments (i’m too hungover to write a proper post so you get bullet points)
- i was not the drunk asshole – though early on i thought i was in the running. Thank goodness for people who drink faster than me
- the head of our division decides to come talk to us when i’m pretty tipsy. perfect timing as always. lucky i could still edit my thoughts because the only thing i could think to say was that i couldn’t feel my tongue anymore. i chose to not say anything
- i left shortly after that
- a PA told me she wanted to be my friend and hang out (but in a stalker way) and i, being drunk, happily obliged. i’m hoping she doesn’t remember that convo. but seeing as though she pulled a sicky today, i think i’m okay.
- the party moved on to the karaoke bar. i heard it got messy. i’m so glad i went home. i lose respect for my colleagues when i see them singing (badly singing) James Taylor “Fire and Rain” whilst doing the rocker fist pump with eyes closed.
- i think i need a big mac for lunch or something equally as bad
two cents