- Asking to pat the waiter�s head.

- Nearly falling off the toilet.

- Being told that I should have won Best Boobs.

- Pole dancing.

- Finding someone�s business card � down my top.

- Not being able to find a taxi, walking into the nearest hotel and being rejected by the concierge. I felt just like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when she goes into that shop and they won�t serve her. Of course it�s totally possible that they were all booked out as he said but I can�t help thinking the appearance that I was some hyped up Goth slut didn�t help. He did suggest a place down the road though which still had rooms available and I gratefully stayed there. I think there was a slight rise to the blokes eyebrows when he asked how many people though. �One of course!� said I. I think I may have also said �I know I probably look like I�m a prostitute but I�m not! It�s just a work Christmas party�.

Things I can�t really remember but have a feeling did happen:

- Possibly kissed someone (oh dear).

- Possibly told someone repeatedly that I would lap dance them.

- Was told that if I came naked next year I�d probably win some prize.

- Possibly slapped a waiter�s butt (different waiter)

Tis the season to be ferschnookered. Falla, lah, lah, lah, lalalalah!

Tyd

16 December 2002 - 10:22 am

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