Learnt something new about myself yesterday. Just like to put this in, I am not a drinker. I don't drink. I don't like drinking. No offense to those who enjoy drinking, alcohol tastes of flourine and racoon piss.
We had our staff christmas party last night. It was at a restaurant. I, like many of my colleagues, turned up for the free food and had planned to leave while the night was young. The plan was to go raving. But they didn't. Instead they decided to stay and see what else I would say or do whilst "under the influence". Remember I said I don't drink? When in Rome... Everyone ordered a drink and it was free so I jumped on the bandwagon. Ordered a few drinks, downed a glass of rosè wine and my image was tarnished.
Turns out I'm a sort of a living Poe.
I was sober as a bear with nunchucks in a hot summer evening but because of the things I said and the way I acted they all assumed I was drunk. If they hung out with me outside of work they'd know I play the jester in public. But maybe telling a little kid to piss off when he came over to my table was a bit on the concern-raising side (I was trying to have an in-depth discussion about wikileaks and he interrupted me!).
It got to a point where the waiter wanted to make sure I was alright. I had to read the alphabet backwards. Twice! F***ing nailed it, though.
I left at midnight because I had work in the morning and live bloody far but all in all it was a good night.
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