Just got back from hub's office party. OH. Oh MY.
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If one is young and breasteous,and with said breasts ALMOST in the dress one is wearing, and drunk, and employed by the company's lawyer and therefore AT A COMPANY christmas party, it's probably NOT cool to stick said breasts in my husband's general direction and flirt with him while I am sitting RIGHT THERE.
That doesn't look that bad as I have written it. An older gentleman who moonlights as a dirty old man was sitting with us and genially commented to her, "That's a nice dress you're barely wearing." She was too drunk to be offended, and promptly went and gave him a big hug, which I am sure thrilled him to no end. HIS wife was sitting right there too.
Now, I would trust my husband in a room full of nekkid Playboy bunnies, but sheesh.
I do feel sorry for her. The whole table of us was giggling at her. For her sake I hope she doesn't remember anything in the morning.
Oh, and there was dancing. FREAK dancing. I so did not need to see that. AT a company party.
I am officially an old fart.