Thursday, 11 December 2008

Office Party

After a lot of deliberation, I decided that native american (owa owa owa owa owa) was the way to go; mostly because it involved the least expenditure and humiliation and I already had a tomahawk in my cupboard (from toys R us). I then made a bow and arrow from plastic and string (lethal), found a pair of brown fluffy boots in the cupboard (I'm still not sure whose they are or where they came from), shoved a piece of elastic round my head (sequinned, of course), stapled two feathers to the back of it (the elastic, not my head), plaited my hair et voila! I was good to go.

Thankfully everyone else went full steam with the fancy dress, there were some good efforts made. Oh, and lots of alcohol. And dancing. And stealth avoidance of Office Bore, who I decided was not only boring but also very stupid as he declared (absolutely battered) at the end of the night that he would be driving home from the station. "Oh what, laaaike, don't I get a dance?" he asked as I got my coat to leave. "Laiike, this gal lives near me, ya kno', and truesay I'd offer you a lift home but I am maaaasshed" At which point I looked at him, wrinkled my nose and said very bluntly "No. You don't get a dance. And no, I would never get in a car with you." and walked away. Funnily enough, he didn't make it into work today.

Office Hotty, on the other hand, whilst being attentive, flirty and taking lots of photos of the two of us both on his phone and my camera, made me remember that boys with girlfriends should only occupy the mind when bored at work...and never the heart. In the words of Office Bore, "I ain't inna that, get me"

Anyway - with the prize for best costume getting announced at 4pm today, I personally think my rendition of Cheif Sitting Bull is going to take it.



I know! I can't tell the difference either....

10 comments:

The Unbearable Banishment said...

I still can’t wrap my mind around the whole Christmas-party-costume-party mash-up thing. It’s two holidays for the price of one!

Robbie said...

Good luck. HOW, can you not win Cheifess Angeratwrongname

Mouldy-Old-Tartlet said...

Jo - you are, if nothing else, a trooper.

cynicalscribble said...

I like the feathers at the back. It's a shame you couldn't copy the cardigan!

James Ink said...

so did you win... did you... did you?

Brennig said...

Wot, no mention of warpaint? :)

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

unbearable - apparently it's a company tradition rather than a british thing. it certainly succeeded in giving you an excuse to mingle with others. I talked to a whale for at least half an hour. Mostly about whaling.

robbie - and no one called me YOU KNOW WHAT all night!

MOT - Why thank you. I'm a martyr for my free-alcohol-christmas-drinkup cause.

cynical - I left the cardi at the office. Didn't want people to confuse me with an old mental person.

James - no, the prize went to two people who had dressed as whales. It was genius. They had blue faces and massive cardboard whales strapped to them all night.

Brennig - ohhhh my god, I spent the whole of yesterday lunchtime on camden high street trying to find face paints. No go. I really wanted some :(

clarissa said...

Where exactly where the whales from?

Sounds like they cheated.

weenie said...

Ace costume!

Hope you won!

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

clarissa...the whales were from.... WALES.

Geddit?

weenie - Thanks, but read above!

 

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