I had my company’s Christmas dinner party on Friday and I really had a blast. We started the night by going to the pub for a quick one (or two) before dinner, had some really nice food in a local tapas bar (accompanied by some wine), then headed back to another local pub (that included shots) until they closed and finished the night dancing at a gay club!!! We are a small company and we know each other quite well to enjoy these gatherings. The shadow of the recent bad news regarding our pay raises and bonuses was quickly forgotten (after the second round of pints) and everyone was all happy and chatty. We were just ignoring a bit and avoiding our directors whose bonuses I will not comment (some things in a small company are easily discovered and gossiped about).

The evening included a secret Santa ‘event’. I already knew that ‘gb’ (my gay friend + colleague) was supposed to buy me something (some secrets are not easily kept) and I was quite worried about what I would get. He had mentioned buying a variety of things from a fluorescent dildo to a pink tutu that he would force me to wear for the rest of the night. So, when my manager sitting next to me, passed to me my wrapped gift:
Me: I’m quite scared of opening this
Him: Why? What it is?
Me: I don’t know what it si, but I do know that it’s from ‘gb’. It could be anything…
Him: What? Like a butt plug?
At first I was left speechless trying to realise if I’ve heard correctly. He then quickly apologised for mentioning a butt plug to me thinking that I was shocked as in offended. I busted in laughter and I couldn’t stop for what seemed like ages. These words coming from him is something I never expected hearing but he was quite tipsy by then…

Going to a gay club with colleagues was also something I never thought of experiencing. After the second pub we went to closed, we’ve decided (the younger generation of the workers) to go dancing. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea since it was already after 1:00 am, I’ve been drinking since 5:30 all kind of things (wine, beer, run, jagermeister, shambuka), I was cold (it was freezing) and tired. However, I couldn’t say no to them, so I followed. We took a cab to the center and said that we’d go to the first dancing bar / club we would find. So we did.


The doorman said that the club will close in a little bit more than an hour and that it was a gay club. Out of the six of us, the only person who complained, was my stupid-Greek-male colleague who asked in a tone that expressed ultimate horror ‘Are we really going in’? (Don’t let me get started on him). His terrified expression, like he would be contaminated for life with being close to gay people, was the second highlight of my night. I loved it. I’ve mentioned that me and ‘gb’ are known to be gay in the company but I think that he is too thick to actually realize it. Traumatising him a bit felt so good…

Overall, I had an amazing time. I laughed a lot. The dinner was really nice, the booze and the dancing also and I boned with my colleagues. The only slightly worrying thing is that I woke up the next day without a trace of hangover. This, by itself is a reason to be worried...