which would be the opposite of the Christmas Staff Do, which is what we attended last night.
I have done many a Christmas Staff Do in my time; I’ve done sit down, buffet, no food at all. I’ve done dressy, casual, somewhere inbetween; I’ve done posh venue, trashy venue and on one memorable occassion multi-venue (the original venue was crap so we all decamped to someone’s house instead – all 70 of us!). If I wasn’t going out in half an hour I might try and list them, each year since my first – which was when I was just 16, so I have 15 years worth with several years attending of two (one my own, one Ady’s) – but I’ve a feeling that might be a lengthy blog post!
So last night’s was at a fairly posh hotel, happily just down the road from us. Even happier one of Ady’s colleagues (the pheasant dealer!) picked us up and dropped us home. We both wore black suits – Ady wore a shirt and tie with his, I wore cleavage and glitter on my nails – we were going to take a self timer photo so you could all enjoy the Nic & Ady do festive feeling for yourselves but the children both had fits about us going out so it was a bit hurried and harried in the end!
Mum arrived crying after a row with my Dad, Davies looked confused and bewildered to be left with a wailing woman in charge and Scarlett was refusing to come out of her bedroom (apparantly she did slam out of it a short time after we left and continued her protest in the bathroom instead! They were both asleep by the time we came home at 11 and neither seem too traumatised this morning though!).
We did the whole battling our way to the bar for overpriced drinks (£3.60 for a coke!!!!) first and then found the least drunken and offensive people to stand next to until we were called through for our meal. Lots of the others were staying at the hotel and had been there since lunchtime drinking (the men) and applying layers of make up, glitter and tinsel and gradually easing themselves into dresses they would like to be the size the label said! (the women). Ady’s not used to everyone not already knowing who I am so he was a bit rubbish at introducing me and my response to ‘and this must be your wife?’ was ‘no, I’m from an escort agency, his wife’s at home with the children!’ was met with odd looks from most people – except one man who ran with it to such a point he was still leaning across the table during dessert two hours later to make comments like ‘oh yes it’s a blonde woman on the picture on his desk’ – I wished I’d had some fake business cards made up actually as I think he would have been interested in the escort agency himself!
Food was lovely, I had plenty to drink, the very attractive man who works there and is the Anti-Ady – dark, dangerous and probably never hoovers – was happily not sat next to me so I couldn’t indulge in that misguided sort of flirting one does when imagining you are not just drunk and loud but really are the most attractive person in the room sparkling with wit, intelligence and the reason everyone is looking at you is because they are just jealous! The combination of lots of food and lots of drink led both me and Ady to a parents of young children slump around 10.30pm so we came home just as the ‘youngsters’ were filling the dance floor to YMCA!
I’d meant to do some sort of equivalent to last year’s nativity on the blog and never did get round to it – I might try and do something for New Year instead.
If I don’t make it back to blog again before I hope you all have a very, very Merry Christmas. Enjoy the challenge of getting your excited children to bed tonight and the magic of watching their faces tomorrow as they open their presents. Whatever it is you celebrate at this time of year I hope the meaning of Christmas is realised for you. xxx
