Our office Christmas party is coming up and I am really looking forward to it. We’re a small team — normal size guys, just not very many of us — so it will be cocktails and a very nice dinner at a very nice steakhouse. I’m gonna scout the menu today so that I am well prepared when it’s go time.
The upcoming party reminds me of many office parties past. Some great ones, some not so great, each producing their own stories. I recall one that got me to thinking, I bet there are some great stories out there and I think we should share them with each other. Best story wins a White Christmas. As long as snows on Christmas. I’ll go first .
So one year, with a previous company, we were having the ‘nice steakhouse’ party, just a few folks and their spouses. We were having a great time, telling stories about the ups, downs and fun moments shared over the last twelve months. The evening begins to take a turn when one guy had a little too much wine, cocktails and samples from his gift, which was a nice bottle of fine spirits (remember this bottle, it will be important later).
[Now let me state here - I loved working with him. He's a great guy and this was not his normal behavior. If he reads this, I hope he laughs and knows that his good stories far outnumber this one, which even he laughs at now.] He starts telling stories, which are quite funny, then starts repeating them. Starting all over from the beginning like he just remembered them. Now it’s not so funny and it gets worse. We’re at the end of the night and my wife and I get to drive him home. Following a stop at a bookstore – after all, he wasn’t quite finished Christmas shopping yet – I drove him home as my wife followed us. Of course he’s pissed that someone is driving him home, insists that he is fine, and tells me all sorts of stuff about his family that I still have in my back pocket. We get to his home and I hand him his bottle/gift and he goes inside. The next work day was full of jokes and repeating everything we all said to him the entire day. The worst part? We all received similar bottles of fine spirits as a gift and the one I gave him at the end of his night turned out to be mine. A full one. I accidentally swapped them and ended up with half a bottle.
Use the comments area to share your stories. I bet we come up with some good ones. The more the, well, merrier.
Merry Christmas from Hullabalog.


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