Dazed, Phased, and a lil crazed...work christmas parteee!

Ah, the work christmas party, that legendary diplomatic and often alcohol-fuelled minefield ;)

Ours went pretty well, what any of us can remember of it. I mean, if you choose to start such an event at 1pm, you must suspect that a few peeps are likely to be "tired and emotional" by midnight. The Regency Tavern for christmas lunch and secret santa gifts, and a lo-hot of booze did floweth...than on to the trust's quiz about 7.30pm to see who can swipe the most free vino, where again the booze did floweth, a couple of bars, where... (yep you get the piccy) and if you were still able to stand then to a club.

The mildly ironic thing about this is that the trust for which we all work deals with homeless people, drug and alcohol abusers etc., so at the quiz the opposing teams (a fair number of whom are employed as ex-alcoholics) may have been a little shocked at our behaviour, as our manager lay over our laps posing, and a number of out and out gay collegues suddenly dished out closet hetero kisses! We even left before the end, as we were a little restless. (In fact we just found out this week that we came second in the quiz, a mere point behind the winners regardless)

Beyond this it becomes a little hazy, apparently a fair few of the women turned into skittles upon hitting the fresh air, but continued on to the bar. I was gallantly escorted home after thsi and awoke the next morning fully-dressed (including my heels) with a sore head. You may not be surprised by this, but I am referring not to a hangover situation...rather to a large bump, bruise and black eye from falling over in my heels and smacking the right side of my head on an open drawer in my room.

Never let it be said that I don't possess a certain degree of class...