Ho ho ho (ha!)
The Christmas party from the seventh circle of hell included, along with its mimes and liturgical dancing, a gift exchange.
We had to bring a gift (I chose the generic but safe Christmas coffee mug filled with candy) and each gift was assigned a number. The gifts were distributed completely at random and completely anonymously.
As I bailed out of the "party" before the gift exchange happened, I received mine this morning, and opened it in the privacy of my own classroom.
That was for the best.
It was lingerie.
We had to bring a gift (I chose the generic but safe Christmas coffee mug filled with candy) and each gift was assigned a number. The gifts were distributed completely at random and completely anonymously.
As I bailed out of the "party" before the gift exchange happened, I received mine this morning, and opened it in the privacy of my own classroom.
That was for the best.
It was lingerie.
posted by Erin @ 9:37 AM
5 Comments:
At Friday, December 15, 2006 10:21:00 AM,
Anonymous said…
Who does that? At a staff Christmas party? When you have no idea who the gift will go to? What a strange, strange place you live in.
At Friday, December 15, 2006 10:26:00 AM,
Erin said…
Indeed. Because the mimes weren't enough, apparently.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm on some long-running hidden camera show.
"Cue the boob-grabbing old lady! Hey, any ideas of how we can work mimes AND a satin nightie into the next episode?"
At Saturday, December 16, 2006 12:48:00 AM,
Anonymous said…
Not as weird as your mom telling you that she really wants to buy some wine that she heard about called "Hot Sex". I almost fainted.
At Monday, December 18, 2006 9:04:00 AM,
Lauren said…
ha!
At Monday, December 18, 2006 10:01:00 AM,
Erin said…
Did you buy your mom said wine, Colleen? I cannot imagine my own mother saying such a thing; she giggles when she says the word "poop," and the hardest thing she drinks is regular Dr Pepper. It's endearing.
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