Well, our costumes were a success. Both at my uncle’s costume party, and the company party I mentioned in a previous entry. I had a great time at the company party. My uncle had promised a costume contest, but that never happened. But last night’s party?? Well… last night’s party was…FUN.
The manager who throws this party every year had the entire house and patio decorated with tons of stuff. Spider webs, bats, skeletons, ghosts, bones, mummies, ghouls, you name it, he pretty much had it. He had two tents set up in the back and two open bars. The music wasn’t too loud, and most everyone stood or sat around telling jokes or holding a conversation. I felt like an adult. I also got to have a little drink. I had half a coke & rum (it was coconut rum, nice and sweet). Then I was invited to have some tequila. I made myself a tequila sunrise and was going back to my seat when the ladies standing there (my boss’s wife and one of the other manager’s wife) insisted I stay and do a “chug” with them. I said “I can’t chug this, look how full it is!” so she makes me another drink, with a double-shot of tequila, and just a little orange juice… “for color”. So I chug with them and make it back to my seat. Where I’m greeted with laughter and cheers in congrats for participating.
About thirty minutes later the same ladies decide it’s time for more. So they bring me what may have been 2 1/2 or 3 shots — and again, a little orange juice for color. While they weren’t looking, I mixed it in with my half-empty cup of sunrise and pour a little back into the “chug cup”.
“1… 2…. 3!!” And I slammed it back. After that, I couldn’t drink much else. Every sip of my sunrise reignited my belly, so I just sat back and enjoyed the buzz. We left shortly thereafter, and I have to admit that I was a little drunker than I wanted to be. That’s a lot of tequila for one hour. On the way home I was chatty and giggly and… well, drunk. I talked my husband into stopping at a mcdonald’s for a soda, “just a soda, please I’m thirsty!” and then when we pulled up to order I also asked for a cheeseburger. He was promised a bite of the cheeseburger.
We continue home and after I’ve put the last bite into my mouth, I realized that I had yet to give him a bite. And mid-chew I began to laugh loudly and half-choked myself with the burger. I turned to my husband, apologizing about not giving him a bite, and obnoxiously opened my mouth and asked “You still want a bite? It’s not been chewed too much yet!” I then laughed some more, finished chewing and swallowed.
*sigh* Yes, I am a silly, happy drunk. So is Miss Debbie, the boss’s wife. It’s a standing joke. Once she’s had a few, it becomes a time to visit EVERYBODY and tell them how much she loves them. I don’t do that, but I do tell jokes that I usually wouldn’t tell at a company party.
For example, after I’d had my second “chug” I had the courage to say:
“Here’s a joke that my dad told me. A penguin is driving along and his car breaks down in a little town. It’s taken to the mechanic’s shop and the guy says ‘I’ll take a look at it, you go looking around and be back in 30 minutes.’ Okay, so the penguin waddles around, and on his way back he gets himself an ice cream cone. And of course, the little penguin got it all over himself, ’cause penguins don’t have thumbs. When he get’s back to the shop, the mechanic says ‘Well I gotta tell you, it looks like you blew a seal,’ and the penguin replies ‘Naw, it’s just a little ice cream.’”
The reason that I normally wouldn’t tell that joke is because I wasn’t sure who was conservative and who wasn’t. But at that particular point, conservatives didn’t cross my mind. I think I lost a few points with one of the managers, but that’s okay. The rest of them laughed. Then one of the other managers said “Ok, she told a bad joke, are we allowed to tell bad ones now?” and after some hesitancy it was confirmed that no, he could not tell any bad jokes. Apparently he knew a few, and no one wanted to hear them again. 
Anyway, it was great fun and I look forward to next years. I have no idea what we’ll go as, but it will be a blast. That much is sure!
