Xmas Party
Saturday was our 'office' xmas party. Nancy was in full force - leather pants, 'hair-o-shima' (that's explosive hair), hooker boots. I had to clutch her arm as we entered the restaurant because she's got a touch of the "osteoporosis". She tore a strip off the manager for not giving us a private room at the restaurant. When we were all seated (8 pretty good-looking women) she announced to the manager:
"These are all my girls. I'm their madam. I have to feed them before they can get out to work ya know."
For the next hour and a half we discussed various customers and degrees of sexual harassment we endure: "honey, I'm gonna help you bring those bottles downstairs. Then we can make out", etc. For the single moms among us, they would get "hey mother...want another?"
From then on it was me, Alison and the biggest cougar of them all: V___. She is 46 and was wearing a miniskirt. She was already drunk at supper and was on a real tear. She tried to solicit body shots from a scared 19 year old. She grabbed another and started shuffle-dancing and hissed "you can grab em. they're real!" he left to the bathroom in terror. She then started doling out love advice to Al and I. Key concepts like "if you don't have the passion that makes your eyes roll back in your head, its nothing."
"Like rolling your eyes at him?"
"No. Right back in your skull."
"Gotcha."
She started passing out at the bar so we had to shimmy her off in a cab.
I pretty much work at the best place on earth.
"These are all my girls. I'm their madam. I have to feed them before they can get out to work ya know."
For the next hour and a half we discussed various customers and degrees of sexual harassment we endure: "honey, I'm gonna help you bring those bottles downstairs. Then we can make out", etc. For the single moms among us, they would get "hey mother...want another?"
From then on it was me, Alison and the biggest cougar of them all: V___. She is 46 and was wearing a miniskirt. She was already drunk at supper and was on a real tear. She tried to solicit body shots from a scared 19 year old. She grabbed another and started shuffle-dancing and hissed "you can grab em. they're real!" he left to the bathroom in terror. She then started doling out love advice to Al and I. Key concepts like "if you don't have the passion that makes your eyes roll back in your head, its nothing."
"Like rolling your eyes at him?"
"No. Right back in your skull."
"Gotcha."
She started passing out at the bar so we had to shimmy her off in a cab.
I pretty much work at the best place on earth.