Odd one for me. I tend to judge each on its merits; where it is, how much it’s going to set me back and whether I can eat without DRAMAZ. If it’s in the middle of nowhere, has half a dozen meats and “vegetarian option on request”, costs the GDP of a small African country and has the night’s entertainment of an acid jazz fusion band, then it’s just not worth the hassle.
Ultimately, I get on well with the people I work with and like almost all of them, but they’re not my friends. I wouldn’t randomly ring up Dave in Accounts one quiet Saturday and go “hey, fancy a pint?”, so as an introverted Aspie it’s a big ask for me to spend a load of money I don’t really have on hotels or huge taxi bills before I’ve even started, and on food I probably can’t eat, in order to spend time socialising with a bunch of people most of whom only ever talk to me when they’ve broken something.
So, I’m not going to ours this year. However, there’s an unofficial low key ‘do’ being organised by one of the departments I do actually interact with on a semi-regular basis. Looks to be a pub lunch and a couple of pints which sounds much more my cup of mulled wine, so I might well attend that.