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[Dec. 24th, 2008|02:43 pm] |
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| |  Christmassy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Grandad's Axe - Fishermans Blues | ] |
Our work do was glorious. After being dropped off by our chauffeur, who wore a suit and opened the doors and everything, hilarity ensued. There was an open bar (including top shelf), music, dancing, pool, lap dancing, hugging, groping, dancing, Irish dancing, singing, gay porn, Secret Santa, miniature blow up dolls etc. etc.
Arrving at work still rather pished the next morning I found the head chef lying face down on the kitchen floor, dead to the world. He did wake up in time for service, so I didn't have to work around him. After sending him home, I had a blazing lunch service, sending most tables out in five minutes, and the table of ten in seven minutes. The waitress decided against telling the amazed customers that the chef was still drunk.
Sass and I have decided the bourbon and cola RTD's we drank all night contained slow release alcohol, as we stayed pretty hammered all day. We have rechristened these RTD's 'The Christmas Spirit' and I am certainly full of it now. I have made white chocolate creme brulees and eggnog, and as soon as Cas arrives home with a balloon whisk the meringues will be underway.
Also fairy lights now adorn the lounge, the boys are wearing Christmas bandanas around their necks, their 'Have a Yappy Christmas' stockings are hanging up and I seriously considered buying a wreath for the front door yesterday. It was yummy.
So now have to crush the pistachios for the top of the brulees without eating them all, finish the meringues and wrap a couple more presents. |
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