TIS THE SEASON TO GET WASTED FA LA LA LA LA
Thursday 10 January 2008
From being the girl who hardly drunk much at all, I've certainly made up for it at Christmas! I don't think I was tucked up in bed before 2am for the entire month of December.
This Christmas was my first ever big Work Christmas do. I had to buy a posh dress and everything. I've had numerous work do's but I've always worked for small companies where I'm the youngest by about 20 years so it's always been quite low key, mainly a big meal out - hardly a tremor on the ol' party Richter scale.
The evening started well enough. All the girls got ready together in the gym changing rooms and then we had posh cars (with blacked out windows...ooooh...) take us to the venue.
There were loads of people there already and after shoving coats and bags into the cloakroom and nabbing our welcome cocktails it was time for mingling.
The jesting phrase of "I'll get the drinks in" was heard numerously (It was a free bar all night) and people watching for the waiting staff with trays of canapes like lions stalking prey were mocked. After a few drinks, I was mingled out and went to find my team mates. I get on really well with the two guys on my team, more so with Work Boy (WB) as we sit right next to eachother. We have the same sense of humour and we just click. We rip the piss out of eachother and everyone else we work with and we just have a great rapport.
Around about 1am things started to get a bit hazy. In fact the last thing I can remember clearly is someone asking if I wanted a double shot of Tequila and me responding "Sure - woooo Tequila!"
The rest of this story is my slow remembrance of what happened post Work Christmas Do.
After the Tequila shots I remember standing next to and chatting away to WB. I then turned to the person on my right and started talking to them. Whilst talking to them I felt an arm around my waist. I realised it was WB and assumed he wanted to say something to me, so I turned around to talk to him and we were then suddenly really close, sort of hugging. Then it happened. I'm absolutely sure he started it. We were kissing. Not in a quiet corner out of the way - no no no - right in full view of the few colleagues who had made it to the end of night.
At about 3am the club closed and we all headed up and out. I was insistent that I would catch the night bus home but one of the other girls I work with told WB that under no certain terms was I allowed to get a bus and that he should walk me to a taxi rank. So off WB and I trundled to Trafalgar Square to get a cab. At some point during the walk I decided that I could not be bothered to walk all the way there and then get into a cab to go all the way to Clapham. It was then decided that we'd go back to WB's as he lives in London Bridge and we were close to where he could get the night bus. He'd sleep on the sofa and I'd have his bed. Plan.
Whilst waiting for the bus, we started smooching again. Whilst on the bus, we smooched. Whilst walking to his, I fell into a bush in a little courtyard - he helped me up and we smooched.
By the time we got back to his it was about 4am and we had to be up in 3 hours to go to work. Shockingly, the Plan (see above) did not come into fruition and we got into the same bed. Me in one of his shirts (there was no way I was going to sleep in my posh frock!) and well we smooched, amongst other things.
2 hours later the alarm went off and I felt as though I had been trampled by a herd of buffalo. WB had to be at work before me so he got up and asked if I was ok. I told him to go on ahead as I needed to have a shower and try and look somewhat human. I had to buy new clothes so the walk of shame wasn't too painful and luckily my hair looked ok.
I walked into the office trying to avoid looking at people. I was so thankful that I only had half a day in the office. My team and two others had pulled together to go out for Christmas lunch and at 12 I would be heading off to Chez Bruce. As the morning went on I felt more and more rough. So far nothing had been said about the night before and WB felt just as crappy as me so we didn't talk much. Ten minutes before leaving for lunch I went over to my colleague who was going to cover my phone. She asked about the previous night and then smirked and said "A little birdie told me something verrrry interesting" I said "Oh yes, what was that then" to which she replied "Wellllll I hear that you and - *whispers* - WB got it on last night." I turned bright red and nodded. I was asked if I went back to his and managed to lie and say noooo nothing like that.
I have never been office scandal before - it's quite embarrassing but really amusing at the same time.
At 12, all of us headed out to get taxis to the restaurant, we had to split up in groups and my colleague Essex Girl, myself and WB all jumped into a cab. By this time WB and I were feeling so ill. The cab ride was easily the most painful experience I have ever had. EG did not attend the party so she was unaware of what happened. After 45 minutes of hell we finally arrived and I jumped out of the cab so fast - Superman would've been proud.
We had a private function room in the restaurant and were served pink champagne. My stomach balked at the idea of polluting it with more booze so I stuck to water. Out of the 17 people there only 3 of us knew what had happened the night before. I sat next to Perky Rotation Boy who had plied me with the Tequila the night before and he sat next to WB. Throughout the entire lunch WB and I were taken the piss out of for being so hungover. We were grilled for any gossip. Each time we were asked if anything juicy happened PRB would grin at us both - I'm amazed he didn't drop us in it. I think I would've died of embarrassment if the teams we were lunching with had found out. They wouldn't have let it drop.
I was so hungover that I actually had the shivers. I've never felt that bad in my life. After the meal the head honchos of the teams started playing drinking games. I was harassed until I agreed to down half a glass of wine for losing a game of rock, paper scissors. Dreadful. I ended up finally dragging myself home at 9pm and literally falling into bed.
The weekend passed and Monday came along all too quickly. WB had called in sick and so I was left to face the wolves on my own. I was sitting at my desk waiting for the teasing to commence. By 2pm I had relaxed slightly only to look up and see my other team mate walking back toward me with a big grin on his face. All he said was 'Celeste Celeste Celeste!, and I knew he'd found out. I innocently replied with an enquiring yes and he then said "So, WB isn't in today huh? I hope you haven't caught what he has" Just as he was going to lay into me more, my phone rang. Phew.
Since then the incident has never been mentioned. WB and I have fallen back into how we were before the Night of 1000 Smooches and everything is cool. To this day no one knows that I went back with him so what could've have been seriously juicy gossip stayed as slightly moist gossip.
It's just well, Id never really seen him *that* way before the incident and now well, I sort of, kind of, perhaps a little bit, well fancy him. Nothing more will come of it as it's totally inappropriate - we sit next to eachother, he's on my team and well he's theoretically my boss.
Ahh Tequila, we salute you!Posted by Celeste at January 10, 2008 10:33 AM | TrackBack