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Cootie Girl: Office Party
10.29.2002
Don't you just LOVE office parties? I do! I probably shouldn't be writing this entry now since I just got back from one of these functions and I am still a little buzzed, but what the hell, I'm up.
For the past 2 weeks I have been freelancing at my friend T's job (a publishing company) and was invited by one of her co-workers to a printing company's office party. (I must preface this by saying at my last job we use to get great Ranger tickets from this printing company so an added bonus to go to this party was to make a connection to try and get tickets again. Not a main objective to the evening but something that was in the back of my head.) T invited Natasha and the four of us were out for a good time of free drinks and free food. The party was at some swanky place in the 40's on the east side of town from 6:00 pm to 8:30 pm. For a Monday night that would be just fine but for an unemployed gal like myself it was call for a really good time with as much free booze as I can handle.
Too my disappointment the party had a limited bar of wine, some beers and even fewer liquors. I wasn't happy that I couldn't have the usual raspberry stoIi with tonic and lime so I opted for the merlot instead. After throwing back a few and munching on some hors d'oeuvres I was in my "happy place." They had a tarot card reader and a handwriting analyst at the party. Not that I believe that stuff but I did check it out and both of them said a few things that freaked me out a bit. It must have been the merlot kicking in that was making me feel strange.
T, Natasha and I didn't mingle much at the party but we did happen to chat with one sales guy and CSR rep. According to T and Natasha it was totally inappropriate to ask these people I just met for Ranger tickets. I recall saying something to the fact like, "Hey, I know your company has some really good seats at the garden. Think if you know of any tickets going to waste you can pass them along?" Does that sound like I am hounding these people for tickets? I just thought I was making light conversation since conversations about printing are just OH SO EXCITING. It wasn't like I was the loud belligerent drunk with my pants around my ankle so I don't know why my friends were so mortified. Maybe it was because they both thought the dorky salesman we were talking to was cute. But come on, everyone knows sales men are all full of shit and the cutest people at any work function is always the waiters/servers. I got nothing but shit from the two of them the whole cab ride home - what a way to kill a good buzz.
On a side note the holiday season is quickly approaching. Anyone out there need someone to accompany them to an office party? I am well-groomed, smart, interesting, and a whole lot a of fun. I can usually keep my embarrassing moments to a minimum, I can refrain from pinching men's nipples (unless you want that), and I promise not to puke in front of other co-workers or clients. If you or someone you know might be interested in taking me an office party please contact me through the comments box below.
Have a safe and happy holiday season.
