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I wasn't going to go to Friday's holiday party for J's org. I was certain of it. Then around 7 pm I get an IM from Mark asking whether I was going to the Showbox tonight. I said no. He then said him and Bec were looking forward to hanging with me that night over free food and booze. I said it was tempting, but I was already mentally set on just chilling that evening. Mark kept egging me to come, even offering me a ride. Then Bec got on Mark's account and started talking to me. It went something like this:
Bec (using Mark's IM acct): Noelie?
Me: Uh oh. Bec?
Bec: I want you to go.
Me: Free food is tempting, but I'm feeling lazy.
Bec: We're gonna have to break up.
Me: Um, ok.
Bec: Come on.
Me: You kids have fun. Enjoy the party.
Bec: FUCKER.
Me: That's Mr. Fucker to you.
So I told Bec that I'd go home (I was at work then, around 6-ish) and think about it. I did, and after getting home I got a hankering for getting mad drunk so I looked in my closet for decent party clothes. Found a favorite black sweater and grey slacks, so I slipped them on and called the two and told them to meet me at work, which is a convenient place to meet up for carpooling.
So around 9 the three of us were at the Showbox in downtown, partying with the rest of the Xbox org. The second musical act wasn't half bad, made even better by the ten or so drinks I had -- a succession of Bailey shakes, white Russians, Coke and rum -- all sissy drinks, true, but I drink like a sissyboy and so I had a good buzz going early on. Sat around, chatted with some friends, ogled some of the finer babes in J's org. There was a surreal moment when J himself, dressed nattily in an argyle sweater with matching argyle socks, came over and started dancing and humping my leg. It's not everyday that a senior vice president for the company I work for simulates copulating with my trousers.
It was pretty late when Bec and I found the piano room downstairs of the main room at the Showbox, which if we'd found earlier would have saved our eardrums. Not long after the three of us decided we'd had our fill of free shit, so we drove back to the Eastside around 1-ish. Mark and Bec kept offering to drive me straight home to Totem Lake, but I told them I'd be fine. Bec made me promise not to drive home straight away, so I'm here in my office trying to get an hour's sleep before driving home.