So whats been going on? ALOT. December has been darn tootin busy with social activities! Here are some highlights.
Most of the usual crowd and I headed off to some pub north for oxford street for a pub quiz where I assured myself that consolation of realising im actually pretty thick would come in the form of free chips and wine.
Of course we all soon turned on each other furiously arguing about the answers. But mainly it was these two!
My team at work were then invited to a one of our firm of Solicitors parties. I was really excited, mostly because I knew it would be swanky AND an open bar.
We rolled up in our finest and started knocking back the champagne whilst I tried to avoid any kind of social interaction with men in suits and stared at the beautiful view of London from the 28th floor of the Millbank Tower,
Things soon turned pretty ugly and before long the room had emptied out and we were still sat drinking. Time to leave! Dean and I staggered down to Embankment and I made it home and a not unreasonable 11.30pm
Somehow then also ended up out on the friday but it was with three of my favourite Londoners so who was I to complain?
More free drinks - sucking on the teat of our solicitors expense account. This was less refined than the other work drinks. Knocked back wine, jack daniels, jager, and other strange and wonderful concoctions There was inappropriate touching, fighting, vomiting, and then the realisation it was 1am and i needed to leave. now. The walk from picadilly to oxford circus took forever and i stopped midway to have a not inconspicuous pee on carnaby street. Nightbus, home, weird man in my kitchen. remove key from bedroom door.
I woke up saturday, chucked up, ordered alot of pizza and decided i needed to be where there was central heating so i chucked some stuff in my bag and headed back to essex to lay on my mums sofa watching shit tv with the dog.
A few weeks ago we booked a voucher on dealcloud for two burgers two chips two drinks for a fiver. BARGZ! its usually pretty difficult to get folk out mid month let alone mid month december, however a group of ten of us all caught a bus to Angel where we walked the back streets, inhaling the freezing winter air that smelt like fireplaces and singing songs from Oliver!, However, on arrival to our destination, smiles soon faded as we rocked up in what resembled an empty working mans club in Sheffield in the 80s. There wasnt even ten chairs and it smelt alot like chip pans. The bemused looking man behind the bar told us, after seeing our vouchers, that they only offered that deal on mondays wednesdays thursdays fridays saturdays and sundays,. But not, erm, today. We agged about with him, pissed off until he relented and said he could probably knock us some food together. No thanks. We all left pretty sharpish to a beautiful pub ( arent they all in Angel?) and then a couple of us went for some delicious mexican food.
I caught the bus home, having one of those ' I love London' moments, noting how in the thick fog it felt not unlike a Dickens book, taking my time walking down the back streets of east london til i saw a tramp getting a blow job from a hooker who gagged and vomited and he ejaculated in her hair. Dark.
Last year I didnt really enjoy the work christmas party. For a start, I was friends with say oh...two people. And one of them was my sisters boyfriend. Secondly I turned up late as my morning appointment ran late. I looked like shit, I drank a bunch of wine and went home at five.
This year would be different. I would wear a proper dress, and LARK! I am friends with actual real people at work. I came in my hair in rollers covered from the elements in a silk scarf. Yes, I may have been mocked, but there was a girl in the office wearing giant pink rollers lik a footballers wife and when she took hers out, all her curls flopped. I WIN.
We went to cafe de paris, ate alot of teeny tiny food, drank some not so teeny glasses of wine, and somehow me and bruce ended up dancing on stage . Shameful. I dont overly remember getting to the after party but I do know that for once, I was not the most badly behaved. Yes, there may have been several embarassing dance moves/ conversations and yes, I may have got to embankment and laid on the floor to have a think about where i could have put my oyster card but considering some of the things ive said and done before on work outings, I consider this a rather refined success.
Ok I didnt say I was totally dignified did I?
And heres just some december pics cos im to lazy to write much more
I also broke my Havester virginity - heres mum with a pint of icecream and cream. Total winning.
I caught the bus home, having one of those ' I love London' moments, noting how in the thick fog it felt not unlike a Dickens book, taking my time walking down the back streets of east london til i saw a tramp getting a blow job from a hooker who gagged and vomited and he ejaculated in her hair. Dark.
Last year I didnt really enjoy the work christmas party. For a start, I was friends with say oh...two people. And one of them was my sisters boyfriend. Secondly I turned up late as my morning appointment ran late. I looked like shit, I drank a bunch of wine and went home at five.
This year would be different. I would wear a proper dress, and LARK! I am friends with actual real people at work. I came in my hair in rollers covered from the elements in a silk scarf. Yes, I may have been mocked, but there was a girl in the office wearing giant pink rollers lik a footballers wife and when she took hers out, all her curls flopped. I WIN.
We went to cafe de paris, ate alot of teeny tiny food, drank some not so teeny glasses of wine, and somehow me and bruce ended up dancing on stage . Shameful. I dont overly remember getting to the after party but I do know that for once, I was not the most badly behaved. Yes, there may have been several embarassing dance moves/ conversations and yes, I may have got to embankment and laid on the floor to have a think about where i could have put my oyster card but considering some of the things ive said and done before on work outings, I consider this a rather refined success.
And heres just some december pics cos im to lazy to write much more
Stepney Green
New favourite vintage dress
Oh. Only two.
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