I thought I'd blog about my evening....don't panic I'm sober enough to check what I'm writing before I publish it!
I went to my work Christmas party tonight......hence my level of intoxication. It was a reasonably nice function on a mountain ridge overlooking the town where we are living now.......great views!. The food was good and plentiful as was the beer and wine. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Then it happened.....
The Secret Santa arrived.....
We all got presents valued at about $10.00 of varied usefulness and in some cases quite clever humour.....it was going so well as I sat there admiring my gift, a book called "Bored @ work office doodles" when I heard my name called a second time......this isn't right I thought....but I was pressed into going up to receive a second present from Santa. I quickly headed back to the table and discovered that it was 3 cartons of iced coffee flavoured beverage.....for which I am famous for consuming in quantity...clearly an inside joke from a work mate.
That would have been okay except I was suddenly confronted by a lady who started shouting at me about her husband buying me the book and then him getting nothing......oh dear.....it seems that the bloke that bought my Secret Santa gift had missed out on a gift himself due to someone not showing up on the night!
But.....
He was drunk and got very upset......storming out of the function and shouting to all around incoherently, his wife in trail. I felt awful but couldn't say or do anything to help. Then it occurred to me....it's not my fault! I didn't make this happen!
It's strange how childishly a 45 year old man can behave when drunk!
