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Yey Reidcourchie!
So, here is what happened at my work Xmas party:
Team-leader hid the remote control with the glow in the dark buttons before I went to the party, although I tried to explain to people how I was infatuated with it, but they thought I was crazy (since it was before I was drunk).
Party was in a marquee by an old abbey type place, and there were fireworks, and a chocolate fountain, and I was on the Wild Service Tree table.
After much wine, I spent most of the evening talking to the guy who sits two desks away from me. It all seemed to be going well until I asked him if I could kiss him. He declined, and then I have no memory of what happened after that.
Anyhow, I mailed him and apologized for being so drunk, and we've since talked on IRC. |
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