This year was quite mild for me. I did the Michael Flatley Riverdance solo on the dancefloor at the end of the night, apparently it wasn't half bad 😀
Waking up with the boss's wife.
The last five or six whiskies.
chakaping - MemberThe last five or six whiskies.
This. I was in pretty good shape til 2am then we went back to a colleague's place and I accidentally got falling-over shitfaced. Worst hangover I've had in years the next day... Still, good night. Less people than our usual so it didn't have the staying power of previous years but still grand. Owned the karaoke, by virtue of attempting songs that nobody else dared and yet being no worse than I would have been singing boring songs. I do a mean Beyonce.
Oh and I got bitten by a ****ing hamster. Or a gerbil or something. Some sort of jaggy rat bastard anyway.
Uneventful for me this year. Think I'd have to go some to beat the karaoke year when I said, "I don't do karaoke" and then went on to hog the mic and perform 13 numbers. Everyone said it was like being at a really shit concert.
I woke up unable to remember any aspect of the last 3 hours of the do. Apprently I was able to hold a conversation so I wasn't falling over being sick but that feeling of a hole in your memory is awful, I've spent all week worrying what I said or did, espicially as I walked a lass home who I've admired for years but we both married other people and had kids. She's so nice though that even if I had let her know my true feelings she wouldn't tell me or even mention it in the light of day. I asked her what we talked about on the way home and she said we just made polite chit chat, so in my paranoid hungover mind means I'm hanging off her shoulder dribbling 'I'm always wanted to * you and your **s are lovely' 😕 😀
Anyway, was a good night.
Once snogged a much older colleague on the way home in the taxi, me 21 and her 38. There were only the 2 of us in the office the next day. Oh my lordy that was awkward
Should have nailed her in the office if no-one was there
Once snogged a much older colleague on the way home in the taxi, me 21 and her 38.
What? You only got a snog?
Oh for the days that 38 was much older. Sigh
Not this year but in the past this has occurred
Funny isn't it, felt like i'd snogged a granny at the time, I still know her and she really is a granny. Then again, I'd still snog her 😀
Nowt wrong with snogging grannies! I often snog a granny! ('snog' may not be the correct terminology)
As long as it;s not your own granny
I have no story to tell Desmond wrecked our Christmas party in Dublin this year
Not this year but an acquaintance once smashed his front teeth falling over whilst "giving his secretary a piggy back" resulting in a hefty dentist's bill and a very uncomfortable conversation explaining it to his wife!
giving his secretary a piggy back
That old euphemism
Never smashed my teeth though
A guy at the place I used to work at a few years ago, on the Christmas Do in Edinburgh Corn Exchange, decided that under the table was the best place to curl one out. He just came in on the Monday morning, emptied his locker and left. Never said a word to anyone.
That was the last year the company put on a free bar.
This year I got hammered, missed my last train home and slept at Waterloo until the first train. Got home at 6.30am somehow missing my watch. In the dog house big time and had a three day hangover. Still it is Christmas!! 🙂
I got chased by a really sexy girl, so much so it scared me.
She was a bit bonkers, lovely but bonkers.
A part of me wanted her to catch me.... 😯
The Flying Ox - MemberA guy at the place I used to work at a few years ago, on the Christmas Do in Edinburgh Corn Exchange, decided that under the table was the best place to curl one out. He just came in on the Monday morning, emptied his locker and left. Never said a word to anyone.
Either you worked for bank of scotland in about 2007, or the corn exchange is really unlucky when it comes to having people shit on the floor.
Charles River Laboratories, 2004
Crap story really, I just drank way too much wine. Had a grim hangover Friday, worked out OK though as I went out Saturday and was happy to stay sober.
One of my colleagues who I hadn't met before took a shine to me and decided that we would be the miserable bastards in the corner all night. It took at least an hour to get away then when he found me later on he nearly dragged me into a fight at the bar.
Nice chap. Glad I don't actually work [i]with [/i]him.
As for me the most sensational thing I managed was leaving my secret santa present behind. That could get me into trouble...
Nothing this year. Was home at a sensible time and in a sensible state, mainly due to my knee surgery only being the week before.
Beats last year being unable to remember the meal, being stripped on the dance floor and waking up at the apprentices flat the next morning!
Just to clarify I'm only 24 so still feel this is acceptable behaviour for a couple more years.
This is my favourite thread of the year.
I ducted out of mine to go to Uni before it got too messy, fortunately.
Dropping a friends tampax in the boss red wine
Then taking it out and sucking the wine out
Classy easygirl!. 😆
Funny isn't it, felt like i'd snogged a granny at the time,
38? been a granny a few years in S****horpe
I had got given a promotion on site that morning so my wife told me to reign it in a bit this year, so I had my slightly grudgingly had my coat on at 11 and handed hers to her.
We were also going to a big 40th all-dayer house party the day after. As we were getting ready for the 40th she announced that as a well done for getting the job and for being well restrained at the Xmas do I could go "batshit crazy tonight if you want"
I obliged
Lost a good few hours and it was glorious
Hangover was a riot of monkeys swinging off what seemed like every single nerve ending in my head
I text someone the day after asking if they remembered somebody putting a tampax in a drink, I was mortified when they said it was me
Well I seem to have a picture on my phone of the big ginger lass from admin sucking one of my engineers nipples in a restaurant (he's 67 BTW!!)
Lots of some very scantily clad Brazilian dancers etc
And I had at least 3 bottles of red wine & a few other drinks yet felt fine the next morning?
Oh and my old boss seemed to enjoy rubbing her boobs up and down my arm while telling me how much she missed me 😮
Easygirl, I take it you got the job on Support Unit after that :D. Hope retirement is going ok. By the way the PDA with all the uk maps and GPS tracker I bought from you several years ago is still going strong.
Flying Ox, my wife was at Quintiles/Aptuit for years at Riccarton, wonder if that Curler ended up there after...
Epic story.
Got sat next to a couple of drips from another department during the meal so drank far too much to get through the small talk.
Instead of going home on last train as planned I went onto a club, have vague memories of swinging round a pole and dancing inappropriately then paid a silly amount for a taxi home. Missed a meeting the next day.
All in all a successful evening.
Turning up.........
90 minute drive each way (wasn't planning to drink anyway, see the other Christmas Do thread for reasons)
Stinking cold. Fairly crappy food.
Meh
Least it was free.
Nothing! was out with the 50/01 crew and the syndicate. Was mental!
Not lifting up the toilet lid before throwing up!
Christmas do was a restrained affair for me, finished at 2:30am having started at 4pm. Was all good clean fun.
Compared to the friday evening before when after-works drinks wrecked me after the sambouca came out. I don't remember leaving the pub. I made it to the station but couldn't read the announcement board so missed my last train at 10:30pm. I got a taxi (£50) and got home at 2am. No idea what happened to the missing 3 hours...
I work alone now so I've not got the joys of a Xmas party.
When I was employed, we always had a fancy dress party at a rugby club near head office where all the branches would meet up and faces would be put to names.
One year, we bought out another company and they brought all their staff along as well. Towards the end of the night, there was a long queue of blokes outside the disabled loo. Turns out the boss's wife of the company we bought out was in there.
They were swingers and his wife loved variety. Turned out to be a multi millionaire and the main reason was inviting customers to his parties.
Can (vaguely) remember a couple of years ago carrying a spare cream gateaux cake around with me from the office do as nobody had cut into it and it'd 'be a waste not to take it home'. From piecing together events I must have managed to get it out of the building, through town and onto the bus all the way home intact. though I was very confused the following morning when I found a large cream cake splattered over the front door step and had no idea why. I suspect I'd reached my limit of cake balancing whilst trying to do it one handed and getting keys out of pocket to open the door.
One of my employees decided to show a few of the team dirty photographs of his ex girlfriend. His ex happens to be our Office Manager. He had completely forgotten doing it until I reminded him yesterday too, and is now bribing various members of the team for their silence.
Once beat my boss up in the loo. I was having a pee - he came in and started getting bolshie. I told him to calm down and he took a swing. So I hit him (in self defence obviously) and pushed him pretty hard through the bog door. On the Monday I took a box in with me to put my stuff in. He came in and apologised for his behaviour. Still can't believe it. Another boss (different company) tried snogging one of the younger female members of staff. Unbeknown to him she was gay. Much hilarity all round.
I worked for a small startup company - was there 20 years in the end before it became small again 🙂
We were looking for VC input and invited the prospective VCs to Christmas Do - one of the engineers flipped when plied with free beer, started slagging off the VCs daughter, picked a fight with the MD, had to be escorted off the premises. Amazingly he didn't get the boot.
As it turns out the MD used to comment that it was good thing in the end :0)
Nothing too drastic. One guy broke a finger on his way home...
I've been the 'entertainment' several times at Christmas do's, now a bit old for it (and the boss)
But the best for me came not at a Christmas do but at a summer barbecue event, that the Tech Director used to put on once a year. We got mullered on some strange 'cocktail' concoctions using the bottles of stuff that lurk in the back of his wine cabinet, and then were doing shots of sambuca and polish bison grass vodka and cinnamon aftershock and...... and the Sales Director cum site director refused to join in. So i fixed him with a steely gaze and told him to stop being such a miserable irish see you next tuesday. True pin drop moment as he rounded on me with a
'Well......!'
(fully expecting instant dismissal moment here)
'.... I've never been called miserable before!'
Chapeau, Mr Jones. Monday morning was a bit arsetwitchy but he never mentioned it again.
A few years back I got into a competition with someone early in the night as to who could say the most outrageously offensive thing. This man had an active and depraved imagination so he was pretty confident - he was also extremely laid back and hard to offend. Anyhow it ran throughout the evening until some time around midnight I came out with something that had him try to come at me with a glass. I have no idea what I said and neither I nor he remember.
^^ I'm sure he does really though!
I used to work for Bank of Scotland in Chester many many years ago. There were only 3 guys in the office, the rest were women. Our Xmas do's were nuts. The last one I went on ended up with 1 girl and her boyfriend being taken to A &E after overdosing on speed, one of the lads I worked with ended up in a hotel room with one girl he pulled and disappeared for 2 days. His girlfriend/partner was at first worried then went completely bursar on him. 😯
I had a long term girlfriend at the time so I was quite well behaved, just got hammered and spent most of the night requesting the DJ to play Ska all night.
Our Xmas do's nowadays are crap in comparison...