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Office parties

I have this weird thing with office parties. Generally speaking, I am not a big fan. I LOVE parties, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t like office parties. I always try to get out of them (by planning to be 8 months pregnant at the time, for example). But after skipping three office parties in a row, I just had to go yesterday.

When I do attend an office party, I have this rule:

I don’t do anything; I wouldn’t do at the office.

I am referring to things like getting drunk, touching colleagues at places I wouldn’t normally touch them or flirt with colleagues. I like to keep my professional life professional. And if I would like to flirt and touch people professionally, I would have chosen a different profession.

But not everyone feels like this. And yesterday, I witnessed all of the above mentioned things. I drank only 1.5 cocktails, I felt like I was the only sober one. Me and my 6-month pregnant colleague.

For those of you who do not remember the post about another colleague Bob the bitch? …. (Who is now my roommate!) Let me describe him in a few words:
- editor in chief
- petite
- Italian designer clothes
- Alligator shoes
- in touch with his feminine side
- In the closet
- Married, 2 kids
- very in touch with his feminine side
- Stock up
- Rude
- VERY in touch with his feminine side

Yesterday? He was drunk. He even forgot his feminine site. He grabbed me, and danced with me. Nothing sexual, he was just drunk and I happened to be nearby. Anyways, first it was funny. He didn’t come too close and I was laughing because I never seen him doing this weird. But after 10 minutes of spinning around I had enough of it. But how to get out of the hands of a petite drunk guy, without being rude? Desperately I searched the room for help from a colleague. Finally I found one, made eye contact and said without sound (as the music was playing really loud) HELP! Luckily, she could read my lips and came to my rescue, and I decided that it was time to go.

I left the drunk people, the people who were going to cheat on their spouses and the awful awful awful singer who was wrapping up the evening. I’m just not an office party girl.

Do not, under any circumstance, say cheese

We had Tim’s passport photo taken for our upcoming trip to D.C. Just a few years ago, people could actually smile at these kind of photos. At least, in Europe. Now? Straight face, mouth shut. Try getting a very cheerful one year old to look in the camera and not smile.

Or sit on your lap, for that matter.

But he did great, and we managed to get his picture taken.

Freddy Kruger goes Motown

Have you ever watched a horror movie with the sound turned off? Not THAT scary, right?

Yesterday evening I had a meeting at school. My school is situated in probably the worst neighborhood of The Hague. Seeing drunks and junkies there, is not an exception. It’s one of those projects, where the City tries to upgrade an area with building a university in it. It is better, but so far? Not the best neighborhood.

So, I’m waiting for the tram to come. With my iPod on. Really loud. So I could not here anything else than Goldspot’s ‘Float on’. When out nowhere this drunk guy appears. He looks at me, and starts talking to me. At least, that’s what I think he was doing, I could only hear the tunes of my iPod.

Which was the weirdest thing. Normally I would have been a terrified ‘bit’ uncomfortable. Now I could only hear happy music. So I probably gave him a very odd look. It was a bit like watching a music video. There where a lot of people waiting for the same tram, so that helped me feeling safe. I’m not really a hero when it comes to encountering a strange drunk man in the dark.

This goes on for a while, and my iPod shuffles to the next song (of the great Gotan Project.) Than he stepped towards me, waving his arms (off beat) and steps closer.

Feeling a bit uneasy, I stepped away. And thank god, before the song ended, the tram came. And I got in.

That was a very, very odd experience. A bit like watching a Halloween movie while listening to the Sound of Music’s DoReMi -song.

Should I write about…

Whenever I’ve been on a break from blogging I have a hard time coming back. For a few days in a row now, I’ve logged on Movable Type . Everytime I would write a couple of sentences, and than just ended op logging out, without leaving a single word for you. I cannot find the words to break the silence. Eventhough there’s a lot of stuff going on.

What should I write that makes up for the lousy way of posting?

Should I write about Tim playing soccer with his ball 24/7?
Should I write about our trip to Washington D.C. next month?
Should I write about school, and how freaking busy it’s keeping me?
Should I write about the hubbby starting college a few weeks ago?
Should I write about how I got a great chance a work?
Should I write about how we cleaned up the garden?
And how much Tim likes to play in it?
Should I write about how I like the new Simply Red song?
And how I’m usually not that much of a Simply Red fan?
Speaking about music, should I admit I really love the new Take That song ‘Shine’?
Or is that killing my virtual image?
Should I write about me graduating in just 4 months?
And that I can’t wait for it to happen?
And that I’ve chosen Teen & Tween marketing as my research topic?
Should I write about me walking with Tim to the grocery store earlier today?
Should I write about how spring finally found its way back?
Should I write about the school we picked for Tim?
And that it’s necessary to enroll him because of insane waiting lists?

Or should I just be quiet and post a very cute picture of Tim? See how very computer savvy he is: