Friday, April 30, 2010

A night on the tiles

Hello my darlings,





Friday, and the smell of stale beer surrounds the third floor - and that is just from Deirdre Currid. Deirdre has gone off the rails ever since she started hanging with Nuala - who informed me last night that she was a massive fan of The Cure in her schooldays and wore a constant mask of white makeup and purple lipstick. Niamh O'D agreed, except she preferred to sport army boots to the local disco instead of Nuala's 8 holed Dock Martins. The army boots had to be second hand, size 7 and really sweaty to make them authentic. Thank God their dress sense has improved in the noughties! Pity about Hot Stephen M though, Stephen arrived to work yesterday only to realise his shirt was bursting at the chest - lay off on the weights man, no one likes a Hulk Hogan :)




Yesterday, the office buzzed in anticipation of Larry's leaving do. I did find it rather strange that I had to lick Larry's face off the top of my cupcake. Somehow it just felt like a move that could land me in HR. But everyone went ahead and had a lick so I presumed it was ok to do as well.







And so we headed out for our two mains for 18 euro in Milano's (yes I will admit I thought you had to eat the two mains yourself, but then D Currid pointed out to me you have to share, I don't do sharing). Check us out below all diving into the wine and the mozarella cheese. You will note Rebekah had her eye on the wine at all times to make sure it was not removed from our section of the table. And well Kealan - he is trying to do an impression of a 12 year old.


















Of course there is always one who messes up the bill - and this time it was a man of the same name - Bill Blake. How many times did we tell him to print out the voucher with the terms and conditions on it. Oh no, Bill just could not get it right. Bill, we will be debating on whether you are a suitable candidate to bring out for dinner next time. Or maybe you can just stick to a "take out" (secret joke implied here, go to Philip for explanation).


I would presume Larry had a great night given the fact that he got a kiss from Niamh O Driscoll. Oisin decided to go one better and embrace him in a bear hug. Nice to see Deirdre Currid was tweeting at 1 in the night to complain about the cost of a vodka in Krystle - 9.90 she screamed - you are not in Coppers now Dee. Philip and Barry just complained about the music - Barry said it was too loud, Philip couldn't hear it at all :( Ooh low dig from me there Philip but thats what you get for insulting my "go out" shoes - there is a big difference between DUNE and Dunnes Stores you know - and its not just the spelling. And just to reiterate - its Abrakababra not Abrakadabra that you have frequented for soakage on a Friday evening. And one LAST thing - I was not jealous of the skinny, perfect figured, model looking girl in the doorway, sometimes I stare when I am simply thinking!
Now for the bit of Friday you look forward to the most. The competition!!! To win a Madonna CD (oh its old school alright!) simply answer the following question:
How many Coronas did I drink last night?
Email me the answer and it could be you......


Right, I am as tired and fading as everyone else on the floor so must head home for a quick power nap, pull on my fake Louboutains and do it all again tonight!


Until Tuesday


XXX

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