Last night was my office Christmas party. It was held in a nice little boutique hotel. I was looking forward to it because I hadn't really been out in a while. I didn't go to the one last year so that was another reason I thought I'd show my face.The evening started really nicely. Some of my co-workers brought friends along so there were some (cute) new faces.
I sat down with my little clique and we of course began to talk about people. Mostly I just laughed. There is one woman in our group who is really funny. So she lead the conversation and most of the rest of us just enjoyed the monologue.
There was some really nice food there too. I was really surprised. I expected pigs-n-a blanket but they had all sorts of interesting things, they even had sushi.
I also had the pleasure of being approached by two guys. One of them was a little "country". The other guy was nice but he started rambling on about his ex-wife. Why do people do that?
I was also approached by a really pretty woman. She was really nice and it turned out that she was from New York, which is where I'm from. So we reminisced about home.
She grew up on Long Island in a town called Wyandanch. A lot of old-school rappers grew up in Wyandanch, which is it's main claim to fame. I think that idiot stereotype Flava Flav is from Wyandanch.
Anyway I spent most of the evening talking to my new N.Y. friend. The evening was pretty quiet until toward the end, when people were "liquored-up".
So that's when things really got interesting. One of my woman co-workers had been downing quite a few glasses of champagne. She then went through the usual stages of drunkenness.
At first she was "happy", smiling and hugging everyone and wishing us all Happy New Years and Merry Christmases.
Then she moved onto the "love" stage of drunkenness. She walked around telling everyone how much she loved them. A few people tried to get her to leave but of course that would have just too easy.
Finally she moved on to the last stage of drunkenness. The 'I'm going to find someone to be pissed off at stage'. That's the stage where the drunk stands in a corner and just starts staring at people with a mean glare. And if anyone returns the stare for more than a second, the drunk says "What the hell are you lookin' at!".
Naturally some other person who has also had a bit too much libation takes the bait and a drunken argument ensues. Which was the case last night. It was a marvel to see my drunken co-workers who are normally very nice, going at it cussing and stumbling all over each other.
After the obligatory few minutes of hesitation someone finally tried to intervene. That never goes well and it didn't go well last night.
That's when the two drunks forget they were arguing with each other and start arguing with the good samaritan co-worker, who's now sorry he tried to break up the fight.
Well you know how it went after that. Finally the fight(s) were broken up. The drunken parties were helped out. One in tears of course.
For the next year when anyone around the office mentions Christmas a certain two people will quietly duck out of the conversation and disappear.
How was your Christmas party this year?
*From the movie FAME
