Holiday Cheer

I took my husband to the ER Christmas Holiday Party last night.

I could not drag him away. We were one of the last couples to leave. He was fascinated, and disturbed, by the intoxicated ER folk. He said it was like a train wreck.... horrific, yet he just couldn't look away.

I didn't notice much of a difference from their normal behavior.

One of the more terrifying entertaining women actually sat down between us and proceeded to make passes at both of us at the same time. Hubby said later, "That's the first time a drunk chick has ever kissed me while she was rubbing my wife's thigh."

Same drunk chick a couple of hours later terrorized one of the PA's to the point that he actually ran upstairs and hid in a closet until she went back out to the poker game in the garage. And then, when she came back in, he ran out the front door and around the house in the dark to the back door in order to escape her.

He happens to be of Hispanic ethnicity. When he got back inside, he said, "I haven't had to run in fear and hide in the dark like that since I crossed the border."

I love drunks.