Company Christmas party at Vinopolis last night.
Very interesting venue which looks like a museum.
Pre-dinner reception meant:
1 champagne, 2-3 kirs, 1 red wine.
Can't quite recall what was for dinner itself,
Other than the memory of chewing on ham & couscous,
And some lemon tart with great strawberry sauce.
More red wine white wine redwinewhitewineredwhiteredwhite.
A drunk intern swang the accountant's newly-wed wife,
In jolly rounds on the dancefloor.
- Guess he may not get paid at the end of the month.
Model workshop head & wife ballroom danced to Beyoncé, Kylie, etc,
And impressed all of us 10-20 years younger.
Directors were hopping around joyously.
Hey, I think they only get their share of fun once in a year.
Said the last goodbye to Tori.
The next time we meet,
It'll be either in Singapore or Texas.
After the party ended,
François insisted we go drinking elsewhere.
Thinking that there might be alcohol in the office fridges,
6 of us cabbed back to the office.
It was quite a shock when we arrived at midnight,
To find someone who passed the party for a dateline.
After checking the fridges on all floors,
We found nothing except half a leftover bagel.
Dan M. intuitively dumped it in the microwave,
While I intuitively stuffed it into my mouth.
3 of the tired folks decided to call it a night,
But François decided we should head to Zoo bar.
And there we spent the rest of the night,
Till the bar was closing.
That night seemed extra long -
Maybe due to the long winter nights,
Maybe due to the long drinking sessions.
Who knows?
