Eye Dancing With The Staff
So the husband's work Christmas party turned out to be an okay time. I ended up wearing opaque stockings, a dark skirt, furry boots and a lavender short-sleeved top. When I looked around the hundreds of people, I noticed that actually...nobody made a really big effort to dress up at all. I looked around and some of the girls looked like they were just wearing tee-shirts!
Even my husband's boss had a sweater with GOLFERS on it! The whole time while the guy was talking to me I keep looking down, staring at the three horrendously stitched-in men swinging their clubs. Anyway, the event took place in this big banquet hall and I sort of felt like we crashed a really lame wedding. It was buffet style food which pretty much sucked. (Can I do any more bitching? Well yes I can!)
We sat down at a round table with the husband's work colleagues and their girlfriends. Er...were these people deaf? No one said a thing. It was all nervous eye dancing and occasional coughs. Mr. Mogul started out yapping and making jokes. I got giddy over my cranberry vodka drink and started quietly heckling the speakers at the podium. After awhile we got our table to actually utter some syllables and some actually smiled!
After about two hours of clapping and a little more eye dancing we scrammed. They really needed some drama at that party. Where was the drunken secretary stripping on top of a table?
Even my husband's boss had a sweater with GOLFERS on it! The whole time while the guy was talking to me I keep looking down, staring at the three horrendously stitched-in men swinging their clubs. Anyway, the event took place in this big banquet hall and I sort of felt like we crashed a really lame wedding. It was buffet style food which pretty much sucked. (Can I do any more bitching? Well yes I can!)
We sat down at a round table with the husband's work colleagues and their girlfriends. Er...were these people deaf? No one said a thing. It was all nervous eye dancing and occasional coughs. Mr. Mogul started out yapping and making jokes. I got giddy over my cranberry vodka drink and started quietly heckling the speakers at the podium. After awhile we got our table to actually utter some syllables and some actually smiled!
After about two hours of clapping and a little more eye dancing we scrammed. They really needed some drama at that party. Where was the drunken secretary stripping on top of a table?
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