NanoPoblano, Day 22: The rumors of your wild shenanigans have been greatly exaggerated.

I was strongly cautioned politely informed in advance that Christmas parties hosted by my husband’s work have a reputation for getting a little crazy.

As the last real corporate Christmas party I attended involved several dozen of our store’s finest getting good and plastered on a dinner cruise in the harbor, the drunken (and somehow unnoticed) theft of an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels from a bar by one of the new cashiers, and one of our full-time deli girls threatening physical violence against the coat check girl at a strip club (don’t ask), yesterday’s event had quite the precedent to live up to.

Ah, disappointment, we meet again.

I don’t get it. Champagne and sangria shoved into our hands at the door. Wine glasses topped up after the smallest sip. Reminders every two minutes that, “It’s open bar, guys, so go nuts!” There was every opportunity for alcoholic excess and lowered inhibitions.

We saw maybe one drunken wobble all night.

C’mon guys, it’s like you weren’t even trying. Responsibly tipsy? What kind of entertainment value is there in that? I was promised pure inebriated chaos, dammit!

But I guess that’s just the kind of letdown you can expect from from a Christmas party held in freakin’ November.

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8 thoughts on “NanoPoblano, Day 22: The rumors of your wild shenanigans have been greatly exaggerated.

  1. On the other hand, did you do your part to instigate any shenanigans?
    Sometimes we are required to step up and be the participant rather than the observer 😉

    … or is the grumpy face an indication of the morning-after hangover? 😉

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  2. You know what’s worse than a really boring Christmas party? Starting a story about how “one of our full-time deli girls threatening physical violence against the coat check girl at a strip club” and then cutting it off with “don’t ask”.

    You know people are going to ask.

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  3. I don’t know, I’m getting tired of the drunken holiday party guests at my office. Last year I was seated (yes, there’s a seating chart) next to an exec who was plastered who went on and on about his experimentation with cocaine and how he doesn’t actually do anything in the office, he just wanders around (we all knew that already but I really didn’t need to hear him SAY it). I have the hardest time looking him in the eye now and whatever respect I may have had for him before the party, gone.

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