And I should mention - my work Christmas party started at 1.30pm. Its funny how you imagine the last thing you know, thats similar to what youre going to. I was imagining my last work christmas party - actually, I tell a lie, it was the year before one - last years was rubbish! I imagined the room, the same people, the same sumo suits....I couldnt have been imagining further from the truth.
It was at Geelong race course. These were our seat...in the stands. We drove over there in convoy ( I always get really giddy when driving in a group - I have to really control myself so as i dont make a tw*t out of myself). I put the roof down - that was a pretty tw*ty thing to do - but, I was living the dream!!! haha.It was a bit rough and ready at Geelong race course - one of our convoy cars got stuck in the mud, the toilets were like cattle sheds, but it was alot of fun!
Ive been meaning to tell you all about how its going at work and stuff. Its going really well. I think Im kinda doing ok. I hate hate hate being the new girl. I cant wait to answer a question with the courage of my conviction. The people are great, although i do feel like Im backing back to sit on an already full sofa...wiggling my bottom as to try squeeze in - know what I mean?I had such a nice time at the party, it was very strange tho. There were bottles of suntan lotion on the side, the food was barbie (standard) people were dressed quite casually, I got a bit of sunburn on my shoulder and I did miss a dance with my pals at TP.
Then, we were given a bag each - each bag contained a roll wrap, ribbon,, a facinator, some stickers and some cello tape. We then had to fashion an outfit. My suggestion of a cat suit got everyone buzzing round our lovely model - only in reflection, a cat suit doesn't really work over clothes. Our efforts were warmly received though and we made it to final 4. the winner was well deserved - a full mans suit carved out of roll wrap (3rd in from left) it was truly amazing - even the pattern was going in the right direction.
After chewing on some free sweets, and eating a filling I decided to make a move....I had another party to go to!
GO GO TWIST-MAS PARTY! I think I died and was in heaven. Sorry about the bad picture quality.
I met my lovely blog find - Suzie and of we skipped into the room where GO Go is usually held. We sat and drank a bottle of bubbly and caught up on very important matters. Anna (the Go go teacher ) got everyone in the mood by setting us off dancing and then you just couldnt stop us! I cant tell you how much I loved the whole thing. The people there were loving the music - which was soul/funk/60s/70s - Mr TCs idea of hell. And everyone, like me was loving it. Ive always felt a bit different when it comes to music - i like most kinds, but I really love this kind. It was amazing to see a room full of young people dancing their little ankle socks off - and with very authentic dancing i might add! I looked round at one point and just thought - this is brilliant, im so happy!
We danced practically non stop and before I knew it, it was 1am. I just couldnt get a taxi - what with all the christmas parties going on - my only saving grace was that - It wasnt cold. I had to wait an hour and a half - in a que longer than a sports hall. I was on my own, and very tired. I was nearly at the front when the official taxi rank organiser said that the guy at the front was going to the same place as me - did I like the look of him? Weird, i thought, but hey, he looks safe enough. The guy then finds an Irish guy - from the BACK of the que who is also going our way. the three of us jump in the cab - me in the front. Just as we are about to drive off the door swings open and a mad man jumps in. The Taxi driver thinks hes with us and starts driving. the mad man starts going on and on - hes swearing, telling the driver to take him back home (which is not in our direction) I whisper to the driver "hes not with us" and the driver looks like hes gonna cry. Meanwhile the two legitimate guys are trying to humor the mad man by keeping him talking. He make a few references to me, I try to passify him and ask if i can get dropped off first as 'Ive got kids" - thats what i said!! I must have been petrified! (i dont have kids -for my new friends). The Taxi driver pulls in to the side of the road and we coax him out. He chucks in a pack of fags and then stumbles off into the night. I hate stuff like that. And to make matters worse the two guys are insisting their drop off is first - when its clearly mine. I whisper to the taxi driver to drive me home first and foremost - which he does - the poor taxi man - no wonder they have a protective shell around them in the cars here. What a crap ending to a perfect Christmas party day. never mind, I woke up happy this morning, happy that my feet are sore from dancing and I need a new filling - I must have had a great day!
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