In Which I Have My Yearly Two Glasses of White Wine on An Empty Stomach at the Company Holiday Party and Do Something Wildly Inappropriate
Our CEO is giving a speech/toast and surprisingly, none of the “CEO Drinking Game” words are coming up (“world class”, “forward thinking” or “thought leader”), and it’s just the usual, nice “I’m honored to work with such exceptional people as all of you.”
Clearly, I have to do something to liven this up.
The CEO winds up again, pausing for effect with each pronouncement, “I’m happy we are all co-workers, friends, confidants, colleagues…”
And I, sensing he’s about to run through Roget’s, grasping at synonyms, lean over and shout/whisper to table I’m standing next to, “and secret lovers…”
And then tussle our QA Engineer’s hair.
And stroke his cheek.
Let’s just say that I am so happy Brian, a 6 foot 5 inch, built like an ex-linebacker, sort of fellow, shares my taste in humor.
His date wasn’t so understanding though, since he and I held hands during the rest of the toast.