In my attempt to throw off my inner nervous hamster, I went to work drinks last night. It was a baby step on the road to the old social me.
Experience shows that you should never expect too much from work drinks. People tend to stick to the people they know and the success or failure of the night can depend on how much you like your colleagues. This means you end up losing a shoe and your dignity at 3am but gaining a deep craving for a kebab and some brilliant memories, or you’ll spend the time regretting not being on the early train and every moment you delay bra removal time. (That’s a girl thing. It is usually one of the best moments of the day. I do not know the boy equivalent but if you celebrate removing your pants I salute you.)
Last night one of my colleagues brought a pack of playing cards to office drinks. This man is a prince amongst men. Sitting with a mix of people playing cards and laughing together is pure fizzy.
I did sit out playing Ring of Fire as drinking games in the office felt a little weird. Also, it seemed to be a university nostalgia thing so I sat out. It was hilarious. What’s stayed with me this morning is that I said no to fun. Won’t be doing that again and I’m working out how to get my mother in law to play on holiday,