What better way to illustrate the office Christmas Party than a picture of a beaming Pumpkin after a couple of Reefs :-) (er - the drink not the...um........puff!)
I had planned great things for this advent post, the Office Christmas Party should always be a blur of alcohol, lewd behaviour and gropes behind (or even IN) the stationery cupboard.
Sad for you, My Dear Readers, but our Christmas Parties are very staid these years.....well, if you don't count the raucous singing at the table, me elbowing the waiter in the family jewels, and the wine flowing....
For my meal I had
caramelised onion and rosemary soup
risotto with sun-blushed tomatoes and parmesan
chocolate St Emilion
But I had it on good authority that the duck was superb! I took their word for it.
We went to The Glassboat, a floating restaurant in Bristol. We had the lower desk to ourselves (well, there was 30+ of us!) and it was very nice. Everyone complimented the food, and we raised an on-the-spot large tip for the hard-working waiting staff.
Some more free-spirited souls regaled us with a medley of various 60's songs a cappella (well, they are getting on a bit!) while we sipped our coffee and squabbled over chocolate mints.
Then we adjourned to The Old Duke. It wasn't live music night and the pub was very crowded by the time we had all squeezed in The poor lone local sitting gripping his pint glass at the bar looked a bit concerned at the massive intrusion! Which is where, sadly, my afternoon ground to a halt. Agoraphobia (a mild symptom of my depression) kicked in and I recognised the familiar signs of 'I have to go home now!'. It has happened at the supermarket and even at cyberkitten's house. The homing instinct takes over.
People crying my name called to me and two of the young office girlies and an old friend of mine spilled onto the pavement in my wake. 'Don't go! Stay and have another drink!' they pleaded desperately [I put it down to the booze!! :-)] Well, they were very tempting, but my panic attack was steadily worsening, and I had to go.
I got home safely, and the panic subsided as soon as I walked into my haven, my own palace.
Today the hard-core party-goers arrived at the office, looking rather pale and delicate. I can only presume that the party continued on in my absence and they had a wonderful time :-)
And the picture of My Pumpkin? well;
I love her to bits, she is my colleague, my friend and my trusted confidante;
she was one of the organisers of this year's Christmas Party;
her open beaming smile sums up happiness for me;
she gave me permission :-)
Hope all your Christmas Parties are such a success with such wonderful people.