And so the night began...

It was the office Christmas bash; an annual event dreaded by all over the world by partners and more than the odd staff member. Our Christmas bashes are not like that. As a group we generally get on and most of them have worked together so long that even their partners regard it as a way to catch up. We aren't quite in that category, but this year was slightly different in that He managed to worm his way into the girls' end of the table. It's an environment that He is most happy in... especially after finding out that one of them did a naked picture spread in her misspent youth.  No doubt He spent many happy hours, as one slept, in trying to locate that... sometimes amusing himself doesn't involve torturing one small slave.

  

Mind you He didn't need to...

The shoes did that quite nicely; particularly after one had to mince along in them for a block and a half.

You know one did carefully explain the etiquette of taking a girl out in impossibly high heels; the one that says you drop a lady at the door and go and park the car. You do not try to pitch her out opposite the restaurant in moving traffic... well not without warning at any rate. A girl can't just gather up a gift and a purse and a bottle of wine and get out of a car in those sorts of shoes without more than a slowing down and words like make it quick, there's a car up our arse.

Now He swears that he didn't realise how far the parking spot was, but he was born and bred here... let's just say one has quiet doubts -.-

The shoes however dangerous...

And may one just add that there isn't enough magnesium in the world to offset the calf cramps that those things can cause

... did look fabulous with the dress we picked up the other day and they did get a few offers to take them home. Unfortunately it was not a package deal... they only wanted the shoes not the wearer.

Sighs oh well He did take one home afterwards and help soothe that slight... though the feet may not forgive him quite so easily J