The Office Do

Thursday night just gone was the office christmas do. We decided to meet up in Wetherspoons, have a bite to eat and then move on to doing some of the circuit in Workington. Anyway, had a pretty good meal in Wetherspoons, 5 Bean Chilli as it happens. I know I'm not a veggie, and that's a veggie meal, but I fancied some chilli and that seemed like as good a choice as any looking at the menu. Anyway, had a couple of pints of Fosters in there, a sign of troubles ahead, since I don't normally drink lager; but, they don't serve Jack Daniels. What sort of watering hole doesn't serve Jack Daniels?? Anyway, the 6 of us quickly demolished 2 bottles of White Wine with the meal and then proceeded to move on. Popped in to Level 2 for a quick drink, where they do serve Jack Daniels, and had a good oggle at some nice ladies trying to ride a banana, ala bullride thing. From there we moved on to Yankees, Scruples, and 2 or 3 other places, whose names escape me. Anyway, by this time I was firmly established on Double Jack Daniels and Coke. Even started dancing in one of the pubs. For people that know me this is a sure sign of the state I was getting in to; I never dance...

Anyway, about 11pm(ish) we met up with some more work colleagues; namely the finance department, who were out on their christmas do too. This is where things begin to get really foggy. I can remember walking in to the pub, no idea which pub, but I remember walking in to it. I remember Amanda, or maybe Nicola, buying the first round, and then I go blank. From speaking to my sister and a friend that collected me I apparently phoned my sister shortly after 11:30pm looking for a lift home from Michael. Anyway, Michael had already left and apparently I said it was ok and I would ring him. Anyway, I don't have a clue how I managed to phone her because I can't remember it, and if I was that drunk I doubt very much I'd even have been able to unlock my phone without help. Naturally enough I didn't bother phoning Michael but thankfully my sister did, and he ended up phoning me. Aparrently I answered and gave him enough information for him to come and collect me. He ended up collecting me about 1:30am; I was sat on a wall on the other side of the road from the pubs, likewise no idea how I got across the road, especially without getting wiped out by a speeding car. By this time I'd been sick down the front of my shirt, but didn't get any on my coat or pants. Anyway, allegedly stumbled in to, and fell over, Michael's car, and promptly fell asleep, which caused Michael some problems because I slumped over on to his shoulder, causing problems for his driving. Anyway, he got me home and also put me up to bed, a feat I wouldn't have been able to manage by myself.

Anyway, woke up at 8:50am on Friday morning and was extremely glad that I wasn't going to work. Staggered to the toilet, threw up and went back to bed. Repeated this process a couple of more times before finally, still drunk, getting up at 5:30pm. Pottered around in the house for most of Friday evening, gradually getting faculties back, and went back to bed about 2am. Woke up this morning at 11am, still partially drunk. One hell of a night out.

Just hoping I didn't show myself up too badly in front of everybody. But I don't think I'm going to be that lucky...