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.
Spoken Like A True Nut 
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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The thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t want to be *that* spouse at my husband’s first Christmas party with the company. Besides, isn’t it up to the people with higher seniority to make utter fools of themselves and show the new kids how it’s done?
Also I don’t get hung over, ever. It’s one of my few redeeming qualities.
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hehehehehe … no one wants to be *that* spouse 😉
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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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If I have to be disappointed, then everyone else is damn well going to be too. It’s how I share the holiday spirit.
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Hahaha! Being responsible is nice and all but it’s rarely entertaining 😂
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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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Assigned seating is the best way to guarantee I’ll be on my feet all night with a drink in my hand, doing anything possible to avoid actually sitting at my allocated table.
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