Xmas Party - Part II

Friday night, the Office Xmas Party - not David Brent’s Office, my office.


The Office Xmas party, wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. There was no embarrassing binge drinking or office colleagues getting off with each other. Gladly, in my case it would be difficult as “you see I am the only gay in the village” (I’m not, but I wouldn’t touch the rest of the G population of the office, not because I’m special but because I’m wise beyond my years. Office romances are a bad idea; it’s like pissing on your own door step, as Gareth Keenan said once. And well, I wouldn’t touch them anyway)

I ended up having a good time, mainly due to the fact of spending the last working day with Julie. So, we danced a lot, drank a lot and had a great time. We gave the DJ a CD I had made for Julie while we were in Italy, “Dirty Slags Vol. 1” with Peaches, Avenue D, Princess Superstar, well basically all the slags. So we played and danced to “Do I Look Like A Slut?” in front of almost the whole office people, which was nice. I drank 12 G&Ts and kept quite sober throughout the night.

Now can’t wait for the real Xmas party with family et al on the 24th. It’s going to be at my grandparents’ in Alentejo, on the Southwest of Portugal.