... issues and tissues with a touch of the spicy from the spirit hag ...
... spouses' work xmas parties ... they suck ! they suck ! hehe !
Published on December 14, 2004 By mignuna In Blogging

 

It was my husband’s ‘work’ Christmas party last Saturday night and he made me go.

 

We have had the same petty argument every year since we married about his festive ‘business’ functions.

 

 

I hate them.

 

My idea of hell is meeting 25 people at once.

 

(My husband, on the other hand, considers socialising to be normal !. The nerve !).

 

 

Despite my reservations, the event itself was not going too badly until after the meal was completed.

 

At which time some of the trades contractors also employed by my husbands’ boss began dancing.

 

The plumber, in particular, became very active, and had soon relieved the hired entertainer of his microphone and commenced a stirring rendition of ‘Man, I Feel Like a Woman”.

 

 

I tried to stay in my seat, but I was busting to use the toilet.

 

On my return, I was picked up and thrown over the shoulder of a random drunk.

 

I thought if I froze, he would let go.

 

He didn’t. He swung me under one arm, then the other, rolled me over his back and then put me in a ‘twirl’.

 

(This was all his doing. My choices were: go along with it and hang on or let go and fall onto my head on the concrete floor).

 

 

I  held on. People applauded when the ‘dance’ was finished.

 

(I sat back next to my husband and tried not to puke on the table from dizziness and embarrassment).

 

 

I spent the next hour progressing from requesting we leave soon to threatening my mostly-drunk husband with grievous bodily harm if we didn’t.

 

All the way home in the car, my giggly husband raved on about what a wonderful wife I am and how much he loves me.

 

(All this did was annoy me on end and made me wonder why he never says stuff like that when he’s sober).

 

 

And people call this ‘having a good time’.

 

 

(Next year, I’m prepared to feign death if necessary, but I’m not going ! )

 

 

 


Comments
on Dec 14, 2004
Forced fun, isn't. Not sure why some folks like to try and force this sort of thing on people they care about.
on Dec 14, 2004

It was D's christmas party on saturday night, and we didn't go.  We know from experience what cop parties are like....and my idea of fun doesn't involve hanging around with 150 drunk men listening to them talk shop and brag about their endeavours.  at the last one we went to, one of them tried to 'dance' with me...altho i still had no idea that dancing involved grasping your partners ass and hanging on for dear life....so I had to whisper in his ear that he ought to let me go or i'd have to crush his testicles.  it worked, and i was let free...but gained a label as a 'bitch'.  can't for the life of me imagine why.

i detest 'socialising' with people not of my choosing. 

on Dec 14, 2004
True, Forced fun is like an after mission phone call. Really not fun.
on Dec 17, 2004

True, Forced fun is like an after mission phone call. Really not fun

ssg geezer, you are indeed right. (luckily i can be boring wherever i am ! )

at the last one we went to, one of them tried to 'dance' with me...altho i still had no idea that dancing involved grasping your partners ass and hanging on for dear life

yuck, dharma, that's revolting. i'm glad you set him straight. i'm glad i'm not the only one who has this problem !. why do men think this is fun ?

Forced fun, isn't. Not sure why some folks like to try and force this sort of thing on people they care about.

again, kudos to you, greywar for your views on life. again we are in agreement

mig XXX

on Dec 17, 2004

i'm glad i'm not the only one who has this problem !. why do men think this is fun ?


I dunno.  I don't like drunk partners who hang on to my rear and rest their heads on top of mine...then sway from side to side.  That's not dancing, that's stumbling!