My work Christmas do was on Friday. We started at lunchtime with a meal which was lovely and then moved on to drinking in the village.
I am now aware that;
I sent the husband texts telling him I would be home at 5pm … then 7pm … then 9pm. I arrived home at midnight.
Someone kept buying shots.
Baileys and amaretto in a shot glass tastes like marzipan.
I refused the shot which had tequila and Tabasco in it.
I spoke to my husband’s friend for half an hour and openly told him that I thought the new bar manager was watering down the vodka. He informed me that the new bar manager was, in fact, his friend.
The new bar manager gave us free vodka shots.
I gave the 3 year old’s teachers who were on their end of term social the blog address. Hello there Miss X and Miss Y!
Wearing heels instead of sensible shoes in the snow and sheet ice may not have been my best idea.
I may well have crawled into the taxi on my hands and knees and when asked what I was doing proclaimed, in a matter of fact fashion, “Getting into the taxi of course!”.
I may have fallen over whilst walking from the taxi to the front door. Face down. In the snow.
I got in at midnight but didn’t go to bed till 12.45. Other than sending texts to my sister and accidentally ringing her twice I have no idea what I was doing.
When I finally weaved into the bedroom, I was guiding myself with one eye shut.
Sunday was an 8 paracetamol day. If I’d had some ibuprofen I would have taken that too.
I have the MOST patient and understanding husband ever.
39 Comments on "Tis the season to … fall face down in the snow"
too funny! sounds like you had a good time
sounds like a great night. I bet you cringed when you realised you had given out your blog address.
I don’t like marzipan. That’s lucky. Quite partial to a snowball though. I think it’s the name.
Hi Laura, God bless you for getting into the Christmas spirit. I prefer Baileys in cider as it goes into little balls. Like you I am enjoying the festivities of celebrating the birth of our Lord and have splashed out on a new jumper. Please do click on my link to see it, I like to cover my neck in white stuff, perhaps next year I will also get a pearl necklace.
Love you and fall over in snow even before partaking of vodka. Have a wonderful Xmas, I have nominated your post about ahem “snail” brought home from nursery as one of the best of the year. Big snogs but don’t worry, no tongues. xxx
Love you too Linda. Bit disappointed about the no tongues. Maybe next time. The snail … I’d forgotten all about the snail!
Liquid marzipan sounds yummy – might be trying a bit of that.
Next time, mix a bottle of blue WKD and a glass of port to make alcoholic vimto…. Now thats worth a killer hangover.
I love your blog by the way and have added it to my blogroll.
Merry Christmas
Liquid marzipan sounds yummy – might be trying a bit of that.
Next time, mix a bottle of blue WKD and a glass of port to make alcoholic vimto…. Now thats worth a killer hangover.
I love your blog by the way and have added it to my blogroll.
Merry Christmas
I used to love Vimto, just not sure I like it *that* much.
Mery Christmas to you too!
So how did it feel to be drunk for the first time ever?
*cough*
Liquid marzipan you say?
It felt awesome. For someone who doesn’t drink often (like Erica) it was such a shock to the system … COUGH.
Yes – liquid marzipan – quite delicious!
I really miss British work Christmas parties. Ours are so dull, no one ever overdoes it since all driving home. Thanks for sharing!
I think on Saturday morning I wished I’d been driving and not drinking on Friday night!
Oo-er I think I was a bit like that after my work night out, but it took me ALL day to recover.
I think it took me a day and a half!
I think you should tell us all about your work night out!
Baileys Yum!
Well worth the face down in the snow (she says having not been out the house since it fell)
I can say it was worth it now. I was even amused at the time. it was just Saturday … Saturday was most painful.
I just had to read this aloud to my husband cause I was laughing and snorting (cause I do that…)
I like the snorting, snorting is good. I probably did lots of that on Friday night.
That is brilliant – please tell me that you were wearing sequins……bet Sunday was great; the day after the day after the night before is fab.
I don’t believe there was a sequin in sight. I feel I’ve let you down. next time though …
On Sunday I was still a tad tired!
sounds like a brilliant night! and that marzipan stuff sounds deadly.
Deadly … but delicious!
Can I recreate that in the luxury of my own home? I could do the high heels and drinks and everyfink! My work do got cancelled but it would not have been as good as that. Although weirdly, someone has put a coffin in the room we were having it, so that might have been interesting. Damn you snow!
You could definitely recreate that in your own home! The drinks, the falling over, the texting of relatives! thank god there were no coffins during our night out.
Baileys and amaretto sounds lovely, shame I have such a low tolerance to alcohol I’d probably only manage a couple before throwing up. Sounds like a fantastic night and worth the hangover.
If you’d asked me if it was worth the hangover on Saturday I’d have said a big fat no. Now, yeah – it was!
He he he. Fantastic! Sounds like a great night all round then. I’d love to know what you were up to during the lost 45 minutes… the mind boggles!
me too – the stolen 45 minutes. The husband wondered if I’d been eating toast, which is his favourite drunken pastime. … but after further investigation no bread was gone.
Question: Where the shoes cute enough to over ride their weather inappropriateness? If so, then crawling doesn’t matter. Saturday night, I gave someone a piggy back ride for a block and a half because here shoes were killing her / she was dead drunk.
The shoes were definitely worth it! Maybe I could hire you for the next Christmas work do … as a sherpa? (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherpa)
So glad I don’t drink, would never want to disgrace myself like this tsk..
Yeah and it’s a good job you don’t like Baileys isn’t it … COUGH because otherwise at Christmas when you have your one drink of the year you might try to recreate the marzipan dream.
Now that sounds like a successful party! At ours we had a flash of boobs (accountant), throwing up in a taxi (accounts assistant), accidentally kissing the boss on the lips (that was me), a dropped bottle of vodka (Head of HR) and pole dancing (Head of IT) and a number of falls (I blame the snow).
I firmly believe if there aren’t a few ‘What the hell have I done moments’ the next day then it hasn’t been a good do.
Works dos … always far worse than any normal bog standard do. I was still having flashbacks last night.
Oooh – Liquid Marzipan – I just need to stay away from a bar for the next 24 hrs so I can forget that…damn…going out tomorrow..oh well, I shall be falling face down on pavement
Now don’t you think about Baileys and Amaretto tomorrow .. at all … not one bit. Baileys and Amaretto. Mmmm.
Oh my goodness! I would never ever and up in such a sorry state……honest
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Liquid marzipan sounds like my kinda drink.
If it weren’t for the sorry state caused by the liquid marzipan I would probably drink it more often. It was delicious.