Got one of these on Friday.
Do you enjoy going to these? Or dread them?
Ever done anything stupid at these over the years or seen anyone else do something embarrassing?
I usually do, mainly because the company goes pretty all-out. However, this year was different. Less money available (not a great year) and wasn't a swanky affair so it was all about the booze. I don't remember if i enjoyed it or not.
After passing bottles of wine around the train on the way in, I remember pre-drinking at Philomena's, 3 pints of Guinness in under 30 minutes... (Chairman is Irish). Then dinner @ Circus (Covent Garden), which was nice, the dancers were good

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We had a few drinks and then the party started, which involved dancing and the MD pouring vodka down our throats, a few naughty employees getting frisky etc, the usual.
Skip forward to sometime early morning, i remember walking (stumbling probably) down Oxford Street on my own, REALLY uncomfortable in the groin area, eating a cold Subway because the lady who served me said it would have to be cold because they were closed, i think i exclaimed "I care not lady, for i am drunk" or some such.
Got to the Hotel (Corus, Lancaster Gate), took my shoes off and hit the bed.
Next morning i awake at 8am, with a killer headache and terrible churning stomach remembering that i'd shared my room with someone and they were gone, the room a state and my groin/upper thighs hurting like hellfire. Turns out my boxers were twisted and chafed the top-insides of my thighs (to the point they were grazed) on the 2.5-3 mile stubble back to the Hotel that i somehow managed on my own.
I rushed to the bathroom to empty my bowels, which also felt like hellfire. Took a shower (which was a bit like that Black Books episode when Bernard picks up the shower head from the sink and points it at his face), then went down to breakfast, like a zombie, just without the flesh-eating.
I still have gaps in my memory, but apparently i spaced out leaning against a lamp post outside the club for 20 minutes before grabbing my coat and leaving. Also, apparently the guy i shared the room with was asking me if i was ok, because i was loud and trashed my part of the room for no apparent reason. I also got someone kicked out of the club by pushing them off the "stage" onto the bouncer (go douche-bag me!).
Everything in between is blank and everyone else was apparently as drunk if not worse by the sounds of things. It was a bit messy for others, and controversial in regards to who they did as apposed to what.
All good fun.