Working from home as I do, I miss out on most of this, and am glad of it, although we are having a neighbourhood party this evening.
Last week, Someone (Who Shall Not Be Named) came home wearing this paraphernalia:
…but that wasn’t a particularly drunken affair, he just came home a little bit merry. (Yes, the noses do flash)
Yesterday S(WSNBN) had an office Xmas party where the boozing began at 11am. At 4:30pm he phoned me to ask for a lift from the station, because of Sydney’s sudden shortage of buses. (Fair play, the rest of the mob were mostly planning to kick on, and he preferred to come home for family time, aka thrashing the kids at Scrabble.) I was just heading out that way to get something from the shops anyway, so it wasn’t a problem, I thought I’d pick him up on the way and we’d go do the brief shopping errand together.
Dear reader, I got to the station in good time to meet that train, and watched many people leave the station and head in my direction, but not one of them was S(WSNBN). Indeed, I was starting to wonder whether CityRail had not done the dastard and left a train full of commuters sitting immobile just outside Redfern, as they sometimes do, with S(WSNBN) among them. But no. Several minutes after I first became a leetle concerned, my mobile phone rang, and yes, it was S(WSNBN). You know what he’d gone and done? He’d only gone and fallen asleep in the train, and was calling from the next station down the line.
I’m a cruel woman. A very cruel woman. I laughed. Loudly. I refused to drive to the next station down the line, and went and ran my shopping errand while S(WSNBN) waited for a train back to the proper station. And then, because S(WSNBN) was waiting in the usual spot instead of the more-sensible when tigtog’s coming-from-the-opposite-direction spot, I made S(WSNBN) walk back around two corners when I came past to pick him up.
What horrid things have been going on at your office parties?