Hark! The little rapper sings.

We had our Christmas party on Friday.

It was a Casino Royale themed boat cruise around Sydney Harbour. Of course, this led to a LOT of men dressed in Dinner suits, suits and random 60’s shorts with goggles strapped to their arms. One dude had a beanie, camouflage paint all over his face and “GENERIC HENCHMEN” written on his shirt, which I thought was quite clever.

There were also a lot of chicks in evening gowns and 60’s themed get-ups. Also a chick in formal shorts with a corset, top hat and a whip. I couldn’t quite place that one, but then I have never watched a lot of Bond movies.

So shoot me (Oh yeah, there was a lot of plastic guns and a few stuffed er “pussies”)

All in all a good day was had. Lots of sun, lots of booze, not much food.

All the best ingredients for a boatload of REALLY PISSED people.

To be fair there may have been some sober people around, but they sure weren’t around me.

I opted to not dress in theme, but I did dress up in a frock, snakeskin stilettos, my favourite tapestry clutch purse and favourite lace earrings. The stilettos were ditched in favour of black Havianas around the time were cruised out near Manly, not only were they biting the crap out of one of my toes but it is also very hard to keep standing on rocky, rocky, rocky boat which kept going round and round and round the harbour.

I am a lot of things but steady on my feet when drinking on a boat in stilettos is not one of them.

I got to catch up with a lot of my favourite people from our old office who I have not seen in a while, one of whom is even a regular reader of this here blog. Who may have accused me of posting nothing but YouTube clips lately.

HI T!!!

As it was Casino Royale themed we had a Casino on board, fuck knows what was going on there, I tried to avoid it as it was a pit of sweaty men in dinner suits. We sat out the back in the end, smoking ciggies, talking shit and taking photos.

But then! Hark! What is that noise? And no, it is not the Herald Angels. It is a member of our team. RAPPING.

And he kept rapping our bosses names and our teams names. It was most exciting. It was a lot better than I thought (mind you, I was more than a bit tipsy at this stage)

My favourite line was “Julia Oh- goin’ wid’ the flo”

Yes. Yes I am.

Then there was dancing, good and bad.

I am now convinced that one of the chicks I work with is a black woman trapped in a white woman’s body she was giving it the booty so well.

As you can imagine, some of the photos are hilarious.

The hangover was PUNISHING, I had to be up at 7:30 to endure a 3.5 hour BUS RIDE to Canberra the next day.

I still can’t talk about it I am so scarred.

Merry fucking Christmas.