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Monday, December 18, 2006

at least I have never gone to a work Christmas do...

... got monumentally drunk and fallen asleep on a railway line on the way home . Priceless.

(although I did once get very friendly with a colleague who I then had to fire shortly afterwards. Not one of my finest moments)

posted by zuzula @ 7:15 AM  

4 Comments:

  • At 3:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    At least I've never done that. But I have done this: (I have a feeling I've recounted the story elsewhere on the interweb so I apologise.) Six years ago I was a finalist in a major fashion design competition in Italy. I didn't win but was basically happy to just be there. At the afterparty I drank way too much, as per usual, to the point of needing to do a big spit in the bathroom. I, however, forgot to get up and return to the party, until 5am, when a cleaner unlocked the cubicle and woke me. I asked how to get a taxi; he just laughed at me. This was in the Italian countryside, two hours out of Venice, and the afterparty was 10kms from our hotel. The last shuttle bus had left at 3am. My only option: walking. The countryside, the corn fields and vineyards, were stunning in the rising sun, even if I wasn't. I count myself lucky having had looked at the scenery from the bus in previous days, otherwise I would have never found the hotel. I reached the hotel at 7am, with my brand new Marithe+Francois Girbaud shoes utterly destroyed, beyond repair. The party was still going on at the hotel, and everyone thought I'd been having sex with someone - one of the designers from Diesel had tried to crack on to me. The worst part was having to get on a train back to Venice at 10am. I cried schlepping my luggage in smelly Venice, and never want to go back. Let it sink, I say.

     

  • At 3:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    How friendly?

     

  • At 1:55 PM, Blogger zuzula said…

    Your poor shoes! Can't believe you walked 10km. I don't think I could even do that in trainers. far too many years of wearing heels...

    Suffice it to say, friendly enough to wake up in the same place at the same time... although I refused to travel to work with him and made him leave first!

     

  • At 3:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    At least I have never invited my friends over for Christmas dinner, and had a gay couple bring a stray gay friend of theirs with them. The other guests are another gay couple, my sister and her husband, and my boyfriend is co-hosting with me. After dinner, and some illegal help, the music gets dirty and the shirts come off. My boyfriend and I start dancing with the stray gay, and after some gyrating, we retreat to one of the upstairs bedrooms for a threesome, while our guests, including my sister, are downstairs.

    At least I have never done that. But I did deliberately walk in on them. I hate to say it but it looked way sexy.

     

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