It was the BF's office 'do' Friday night. I had never met any of his colleagues before. He has never before taken a woman to one of these shindigs. He took me.... :-(
The fact that I slipped on a sausage on the dancefloor & showed me knickers was bad enough. But after that little debacle, I went up to BF's boss & barked "Who are you?" (even though BF had pointed him out earlier in the evening & I had remarked on the fact that he looked like John Travolta...) I'd forgotten.
BF mutters "It's ****, my boss". With that, I grabbed his tie, pulled him towards me, said "Come on John Travolta, let's dance". BF quivered, boss's wife laughed, Boss said on the dancefloor "That's very flattering - John Travolta". I replied "Yeah - but not Saturday Night Fever John Travolta - more the one when he started putting on a lot of weight......"
Rearrange these words to make sentence: Ground, Hole, Swallow, Up, Me.
(Actually, he was as bladdered as me - so hopefully he will have forgotten. I shall dye and cut my hair & put on a different accent, just in case.....)
Luckily (or unluckily...?) he's contracted - not a bone fide member of staff as such. That could be good for him, or not - considering the contract is up for renewal next spring....
Then again, said Boss was laughing by the time he came off the dancefloor. I dread to think what else I said....