The Christmas party (and how I now hate alcohol)

Last weekend I attended out office Christmas party. Actually, it was more of planning, organizing and a bit of hosting, which simply means I didn't really "attend" it because of all the stuff I had to do. But before that, a quick story about Thursday night.

Thursday night:
My high school bud who I rarely get to see invites me over to a dinner at his girlfriend's house. So me and the friend who I always get to see decide to brave the Christmas traffic and head to Pasig (for context, I live in Makati). Anyway when we arrive there were two things wrong. 1: Our friend wasn't there yet, which shouldn't be a problem except that reason 2: it as a giant formal dinner party. We weren't in formal clothing at all.
Lesson: plan these things right.

Now back to the Christmas party. To think I should have already learned that party organizers have the worst time during the party itself. I still found myself helping out by fixing up the program and awards of the staff. Crazy coordination which by now I find manageable but increasingly annoying.

The result, my spot away from the people and drinks. I did though have a good view of the staff dance presentations but with most of them being guys who are okay with getting down to their boxers and waving an eggplant around, that was not worth it. It was funny as hell, but then it's funny that you'd want to forget the next day.

My view, and yes that's Santa in our office.

So my party job ended with most of the people and drinks gone. I did have a small after party jamming in the office after but thought it would be fun to go to another after party. I left to go to the karaoke after party with a lot of people and drinks. It was fun and I remember rapping the songs in the machine (and I hope to God I sounded cool...please...). And I don't know if there's a saying about how inversely proportional your morning after will be compared to your last night, but there should be because it's true.

That night left me the next day with a mad girl friend, headache and a hangover that triggered so much feelings of depression and regret, I was curling into a ball when I woke up. I remembered why I don't like going to parties and drinking up and even worse I was reminded of how old I'm seeming to be. Sucks.

So to feel better I'm just going to have to focus on how much people enjoyed and count this one as another one for the team. Christmas is about giving anyway so I can be down with that.

And by "down with that" I mean I could live with it, and I feel like rapping again.