On Thursday there was a big staff night out, and inevitably some foolish individuals had way too much to drink. Ahem.
It all came back in small bursts:
I remember talking to someone about cats.
I was actually unable to pronounce one of the drinks someone asked me to get for them, though I think this was more to do with the level of noise making decipherability a real issue than drunken idiocy. It was definitely something-maria, and no not tia maria. I'm not a total idiot. Ave maria?
I remember someone telling me about some year eights having a crush on me.
There was the cardigan-incident where I was helping a colleague to fasten up their clothing which drew looks of horror and astonishment from around the table. I don't think my protestations of 'actually I'm helping her put it on, so I'm getting it the wrong way round' did much to help.
And also the smoking. Which is weird because I hate smoking and so somewhat predictably ended up choking.
Beyond that it gets very blurry, though I woke up feeling happy rather than guilty so I'm guessing it was a good night. Also I don't think I ended up with hiccups which is a rarity on such nights out.
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