At my first ever work holiday party I showed my boss and his wife I can open a beer with my mouth. She said I must make my mother proud.
Also, when digging to find a topic of conversation with another boss' wife (who is also a Gtown professor, is well traveled, has a home in LA and in DC, and used to live in Ann Arbor) I decided to land upon asking if her and her husband had ever partaken in dollar pitcher night at my favorite UM bar. I don’t really need to say her answer.
My dad throws a pretty wild Christmas party at his small business, but for some reason I've only attended once. That one time, my brother and I had a champagne-fueled burping contest judged by the entire party, I loudly and earnestly booed the musical act (a close friend of my dad's), and at the end of the party I had to pull my dad aside and tell him he had to re-hire the people he fired for taking his car keys after he got hammered.
A couple good ones from two years ago, one I didn't actually witness.
We had our office party at a hotel where apparently Fran Drescher was staying as a guest. She was first spotted in an elevator, but the best part was when she came back as few were out smoking and my boss drunkenly tried to hit on her.
The other good story from that night was when my other boss commented that she liked my shoes and told me to keep them away from John because he might steal them and put them on. Good times.
the time when my brother spoiled the surprise that we were getting a ping pong table on christmas eve. booo. we hadn't asked for one so we had no idea. didn't matter though still was awesome. had it for about 20 years.
Post-Holiday Party: Came too after being woken up by a Silver Spring metro cop. Only had $20 to get back into the city and someone stole my iPod while I was passed out on the metro.
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At my first ever work holiday party I showed my boss and his wife I can open a beer with my mouth. She said I must make my mother proud.
Also, when digging to find a topic of conversation with another boss' wife (who is also a Gtown professor, is well traveled, has a home in LA and in DC, and used to live in Ann Arbor) I decided to land upon asking if her and her husband had ever partaken in dollar pitcher night at my favorite UM bar. I don’t really need to say her answer.
My dad throws a pretty wild Christmas party at his small business, but for some reason I've only attended once. That one time, my brother and I had a champagne-fueled burping contest judged by the entire party, I loudly and earnestly booed the musical act (a close friend of my dad's), and at the end of the party I had to pull my dad aside and tell him he had to re-hire the people he fired for taking his car keys after he got hammered.
A couple good ones from two years ago, one I didn't actually witness.
We had our office party at a hotel where apparently Fran Drescher was staying as a guest. She was first spotted in an elevator, but the best part was when she came back as few were out smoking and my boss drunkenly tried to hit on her.
The other good story from that night was when my other boss commented that she liked my shoes and told me to keep them away from John because he might steal them and put them on. Good times.
the time when my brother spoiled the surprise that we were getting a ping pong table on christmas eve. booo. we hadn't asked for one so we had no idea. didn't matter though still was awesome. had it for about 20 years.
Post-Holiday Party: Came too after being woken up by a Silver Spring metro cop. Only had $20 to get back into the city and someone stole my iPod while I was passed out on the metro.
Twas the night before christmas and all through the house...
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