Xmas Lunch

I went to my team's Xmas lunch. It was in Glenferrie Road. I rode my bike there in the heat, a lose shirt, and the fresh breeze, the only way to travel on a hot day. Better than having to find parking when I get there, even if there was plenty of parking where we were going. I try to ride my bike whenever I can.

I sat next to our Irish temp who is just adorable, seriously adorable, that smile. Boris sat on my other side, of course. 

The three 20 something boys sat to my left, D, M & J. They were being such boys all afternoon drinking their paints of beer, laughing and messing about, it was a bit of a turn on. (When I say turn on, it made laugh more than it had any other effect) D, as I said, is simply adorable. M had on an elf’s hat in which he looked adorable and I called him elf all day, which kind of made me smile too. J is gay and isn’t a looker, nobody would say that he is, but, I guess, hanging with two straight boys that doesn’t matter.

The loud American chick, who I usually find obnoxious, sat opposite, and I found I quite liked her, so the lunch was good for the two of us, of course she wasn't to know that.

She sat with L, senior finance guy, I guess 2nd in charge of our team, who told stories all throughout lunch which were amusing. They sat with T who just lately has lost any neck definition that she once had.

I ate beer batter fish and chips. I ate Crème Brûlée for dessert. And mango ice cream, my big boss didn't want his.

I drank red wine, maybe 4 glasses. Too much. You know, I don't normally drink. I had my own bottle which I don’t think I actually finished.

Later that night at home, I wish I hadn't, drunk the wine. I remember thinking, I feel like I might like to throw up, if it would make me feel better. Well, 'like to' may not exactly be the right expression, I’m not Diana Spencer, after all.

The others were kicking on, heading off somewhere looking for margaritas so who knows where they all ended up. They asked me to go but I declined politely, I didn’t want to head out with all of them to get legless, no thanks. Lunch was enough of a commitment.