work christmas party

Hi y'all

Sorry for the huge gap in posts but I have been so busy flogging photobooks and plasticware that I've barely had time to scratch myself.

Last night was the work Christmas party and it was a fantastic night that reminded me why I don't socialise with the people I work with. We had dinner and drinks, lots and lots of drinks, at Rambutan on Oxford Street. The food there is just amazing - so fresh and tasty. After many glasses of wine I got stuck into the lychee martinis after dinner which was what most probably brough me undone.

I don't remember getting home. I don't remember being refused entry to several bars along the strip because I was too intoxicated. I don't remember going to the Colombian. I don't remember getting on my knees and rubbing my face into strangers crotches as a form of greeting. (I am assured that they were hot at least). I don't remember how I got a cigarette burn on the side of my face. I don't remember very much in general from the later part of my night out.

What I do know is that I passed out on the sofa again and woke up late morning, still feeling very drunk. I've only just started to feel like I might actually be sober enough to try and get home using public transport rather than a taxi like I used this morning to get to work.

I'm not alone in feeling like utter crap today - there are many, many sore heads around the office and some that haven't even slept/passed out yet.

And so let me state it once again, this is why I don't socialise with the people I work with.

Merry Christmas y'all!
Dxx