This afternoon is our work Christmas Party. Well, I say this afternoon, the Bucks Fizz is being poured as I type (11am). I'm not entirely sure what the thought process was behind the planning of this Christmas Party, as we're going for lunch at Pizza Express then, inexplicably, going bowling at the Trocadero. It would appear they confused 'Christmas Party' with 'Twelve Year Old's Birthday Party'. Hardly the chic, exciting glamourfest I was hoping for. After the (shudder) bowling, we're going on to a restaurant that was described to me as 'an upmarket TGI Fridays'. Quite what the ramifications will be for my sanity I have no idea. The only plus side to that piece of information is that they will serve cocktails, which I will gaspingly consume in favour of the 'set menu' we chose in August. Apparently I'm having the salmon which I don't recall choosing. Anyway, let joy be unconfined.
On the plus side, everyone is in a very good mood and we're all raring to get hideously drunk together and fall over a lot. I daresay there will be a cheesy club somewhere in the very near future, too. I guess the key is to make the best of these things.
It looks like I am seeing S on Friday night. Neither of us had much time this week but we were very keen to see each other again. I'm now wracked with insecurity about whether I'll still like him or whether I'll have done a 'typical me' and placed him on a gilded plinth when actually he's quite normal. Maybe it was the XO Martinis clouding my perception. I hope not. As I am spending the holidays with my family, much as I love them, it would be fun to have a naughty text buddy to cheer me up if things get a little slow. His emails are still making me giggle though and I've checked his pics again to remind me what he looks like and it's all good there (I usually forget what boys I fancy look like).
Slightly worryingly I remembered that I'd made a tentative date with C (he of Rebel Yell discovery night) for tomorrow night. He messaged me yesterday to confirm it and I, being the fickle cow that I am, agreed to meet him. I have no idea why except that I quite fancied him and thought it was worth double checking whether I really liked him or not. He apparently seems to like me quite a lot judging by the MSNing we were doing yesterday and that's got to be worth nurturing until I know how I feel about him and S in comparison. Let's face it, I'm not exactly doing anything unusual; men have been doing this for years. I've never thought of juggling as sexually liberating but it just might be.
Roobs has just found out I'm leaving as it was only announced yesterday and she was on holiday. She cried which made me cry. I'm going to miss her so much, I really hope this won't go the way of countless work friendships in the past and fizzle out without the gel of the workplace to keep us together. She's such a fabulous person, I fully intend to keep my claws in for as long as possible.
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