The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Back home after my work’s Christmas party, and it’s one that no amount of alcohol could make me forget – unfortunately!
It was in a big hotel in the middle of nowhere (I could imagine that it was the perfect place for illicit rendezvous), and Kat and I had booked a room for the night (Dad and Lydia having the kids overnight for us). On our table was Emily, my outwardly outlandish but inwardly diffident 20 year old member of staff. And she’d brought her date. She’d liked this guy for ages, and was clearly nervous. The work’s parties tend to be very rowdy, and often include a fight, so it was probably not a great choice for a date anyway.
The night progressed, and me, Kat and “the date” got increasingly drunk. Kat decided to offer some “advice” to Emily. This consisted mainly of telling her to just shag him, get her boobs out for him, and get under the table and give him a blow job. Unsurprisingly, the drunk date was well up for this. Emily looked mortified! She was quite sober, and her bosses drunk wife was spewing vulgarities about what she should do to this guy she had a crush on. I didn’t know what to do- quite drunk too, I felt sorry for Emily, and embarrassed by Kat. I didn’t want to risk starting an argument in the middle of the people I worked with. The only respite came on the frequent occasions when Kat would get up and wonder off for ten minutes at a time, or when I got up to stop a couple of other people from starting the almost inevitable punchup.
In the end, Emily walked off, leaving me, Kat and her semi-concious date at the table. Kat seemed really pleased with herself.
Update: after Kat and I went to bed, Emily bundled her unconscious date into the back of her car, then she went and bunked down in a friend’s room for the night. To this day, Emily and her date never spoke to each other again.