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Well I managed to survive the office Christmas Party yesterday. But it was tough, and I'm mentally rewarding myself with an Indiana Jones-style hat for managing to survive the crusade that it was.
First off, at the precise second that I turned into the driveway of the park we (they) had chosen -(which was a 40 minute drive from my house I might add- kudos to me for reading the map correctly and not getting lost!) , the heavens opened:
Down came the rain, and washed poor Incy out!
For a City that's in the midst of a "worst drought ever," we're sure having a lot of rain at the moment- there's even moss growing on the door to my garden shed it's that wet!
Anyway, back to the party....there was a single shelter shed in this park, which I ran towards... with breadrolls, salads and drinks in tow, assuming that it was my group in the shed, as one of the guys had volunteered to come early and reserve us the shelter.
As I ran to towards the shelter (which seemed to get further and further away with each step I took like a mirage in the desert), through the cold drenching rain stinging my face like needles, I could see a flag in the shed with the group of people occupying it. The flag was orange, white and green.
"Great", I thought. "The Irish have beaten us here!"
And beaten us there they had. They'd set up for the duration with lots of food. The guy we had nominated as chief "shed-reserver" hadn't done his job, so we'd missed out on the only piece of shelter within 10hectares. So after a few hurried phone calls made in the rain. the consensus was that we would adjorn to a collegue's house.
(Not the house of the guy who was supposed to get shelter)
So, feeling like Bill Murray in "Groundhog Day," I ran from the shelter back to my car, (which seemed to get further and further away with each step I took like a mirage in the desert), through the cold drenching rain stinging my face like needles, I ran with breadrolls, salads and drinks in tow.
Once I was back in the carpark, I felt my temper start to flare and suddenly felt inadequately dressed in my spunky little shoes (now muddy) and my oversized sunglasses (no sun to be seen let alone one that was glaring at me), a lady approached me. She asked if I was there for the "Kelly" reunion?
Aha! The Kelly's were the ones that had the shed with the flag and the food! I quickly considered my options: hang around getting wet waiting for everyone else in my group to arrive and then travel convoy-style to the new venue OR become an honorary member of the Kelly gang for the day. What the hell, I'm, 1/4 Irish anyway!
I opted to go to the stupid work party, but only because I don't know the lyrics to "Danny Boy" which I knew would flush me out as an imposter at the Irish party for not being 100% true Irish! That would be awkward...
Anyhoo, again, back to the stupid party. The venue was much better, dry for one thing...and the food was good. But I got stuck talking to this woman who just would not let me mingle and treated me like her new best friend for 4 hours! I didn't think I was giving out particularly friendly vibes either, even yawning periodically, but it didn't phase her!
Result? I didn't speak a word to the rest of my collegues all afternoon; I had no rum to create a haze for myself with; and now I know the following trinkets of information about a woman I couldn't escape from:
* her favourite TV show (my name is earl)
* tattoo location (lower back [Japanese kanji] but wants one on her wrist, like mine coincidentally)
* method of birth for her children (C-section)
* the child's allergies (eggs)
* the location of her parents (New Zealand)
* her former career (dental asssistant)
* her plans to ween the child into day-care (one day a week, then up it from there)
I think this whole experience for me can best be summarised in the words of "The Nanny"
"oy vey"!!!!
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Posted by kaos264 on 2007-12-02 17:30:38 | Rating: | Views: 87
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Hey, was Azon at your Christmas party?! That sounds like something she would do! I hope so cuz if there is more than one of them, the end of the world is near! DUCK & COVER! Eeek!
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Posted by Mandie142
on 2007-12-02 20:37:26
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oh! kaos!
well told!
you had me giggling and drooling like an old fool...
i mean..
no! i was laughing heartily...
it's great when someone can tell a story with that much tongue in cheek humour - good for you!!!
:o)
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2007-12-02 21:39:40
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loved your story, you were very polite for not ditching her and telling her you had to go potty or something like that...by the way, Im 100% Irish, not that that has anything to do with anything
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Posted by roe
on 2007-12-02 23:03:49
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If you want to seem Irish, just mention "Guinness" every now and then, throw in a "feck it" here and there and, for effect, shake your head and mumble, "...to be sure, to be sure!"
LOL Great post!
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-12-03 06:48:06
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Scotslad: Hmmm, To be sure, to be sure, I don't like fekking Guinness! hehe
Mandie: That woman who cornered me WAS unusually tall and big boned...perhaps she's Azon's twin!?! But she wasn't going bald tho...haha
BDSM: glad my tale of sorrow and self pity so was amusing for you :)
Roe: I love the Irish!
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Posted by kaos264
on 2007-12-03 15:44:24
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