Yesterday was our annual staff holiday party.
And boy was it interesting because it was open bar and karaoke night.
Even though I'm a teacher, it's weird to see other teachers in this type of setting and in their own elements.
I felt like an outsider observing the whole time.
First of all, I was dateless. Everyone had a wife/husband, fiance, or boyfriend/girlfriend. I really think having a husband or at least being engaged would've came in handy yesterday. As each person entered, they walked in arm in arm with their significant other and took couple pictures by the ginormous Christmas tree.
So being all lonely, two of my teammates had pity on me and saved me a seat with them and their fiances.
All the staff was dressed up in their finest holiday attire. I couldn't recognize some of them with their cigarettes dangling from their mouths and beer bottles in their hands. And as I approached the bar to get a drink, a co-worker asks me:
Are you getting a drink?
Good for you!!! Sometimes you just have to unwind.
-......umm.....OHH.... I am getting a drink. But not that kind of drink.
Oh come on! Why not?
-Oh, well. Cuz...I dont drink.
One teacher got so drunk that she was making everyone around her so uncomfortable. And it was only 6:00. Dinner hadn't even been served. She's a really quiet-keeps-to-herself kinda person and once she was drunk she couldnt stop talking and was going around hugging everyone and saying I love you so effing much. Her boyfriend had to drag her away from each person and then she forgot her purse.
That's another thing. Apparently teachers are known to have real potty mouths. The eff bomb was dropped repeatedly throughout the night from just about everyone's mouth.
Karaoke was hilarious. The administration (principal and assistant principals) kicked it off with Dont Stop Believing by Journey ( I really like this song btw. Prob one of my favs). Afterwards one of the asst. principals and the Music teacher did a duet and some very very very inappropriate dancing while serenading people in the crowd. Quite shocking to witness.
But the whole night everyone kept asking me if I was doing ok. Haha. I think they all knew that I wasnt used to this type of environment and they all wanted to make sure I was comfortable. Which I appreciated a lot. I ended being the first one to leave and was teased for having a curfew. Which really isnt far from the truth. And I wanted to leave before things got a bit..wild. Apparently and according to stories from the last holiday party, as the evening progresses, it does.
Think: teachers dancing on top of the bar.
P.S. I'm so glad that there wasnt a mistletoe anywhere. Forget worrying about someone trying to shake my hand, could you imagine someone trying to kiss me?