Holiday Party-Ho-Ho-Ho.

Ok, let me preface things by saying…I love to complain sometimes especially when I haven't had much sleep and have to do something that I REALLY don’t want to do. I can be a Super Crankpot and tend to whine and complain. That said…

It was a Friday night and there’s this party I HAVE to attend when all I really want to is go home put on my flannel jammies, order a pizza and watch some crappy TV. But since this is a work party (a thank-you to all of our freelancers who’ve worked so hard throughout the year) I must attend. So with Cranky Pants on I schlepped my outfit, shoes, and toiletries to work. I moan and groan the entire day knowing that I have to go to this party. I know I’ll probably have fun but I am very sleep-deprived and the thought of drinking (again!) and staying out late (again!) has me not in a very good mood.

After work - and after I have sufficiently primped - I arrive at the club and our marketing director/Super Party Planner Chelsea has outdone herself (again!) with her amazing skills. Should she ever decide to leave her day job she would make one hell of an event planner. The food was amazing. We had the most delicious hour's devours: spanikopita, yummy puffy cheesey thingy's, hummus, babagonoush, shrimp and chicken skewers. Another table overflowed with chips and dips, and a cheese platter with just about every cheese you can imagine.I could go on and on..(getting hungry thinking about it). The bartenders were amazing. They had the drinks flowing! All I had to do was get near the bar and my drink was already poured for me. Service like that can be a good think or a bad thing, for me sometimes bad. I can easily allow myself to be over-served. But since it was a work party I had to contain myself somewhat.

My favorite freelancer Carlos showed up, he always puts a smile on my face. You could have the worse day in the world and you see him and he just makes it all go away. I think he has to be one of the sweetest persons I have ever known. (besides my friend Jamie-lol-personal quip) Anyhow, the freelancers pour in and they too are having the time of their lives, I mean great food, top shelve liquor, amazing music playing. Everyone was in the holiday spirit.

About two hours into the party I find a bunch of my work colleagues and we’re chattin’ and drinkin’ and talkin’ and dancin’ when Chelsea runs up to us and says, “You are NOT going to believe this, but Mark Mann just got taken away by an ambulance.”(Mark is a freelancer of ours) We all respond, “What? What do you mean?) Turns out, Mark allowed himself to be over-served himself and kind-of induced himself into an alcoholic coma. We all stare at each other in disbelief, not grasping what is going on. Now, Mark is not a small man. Actually, he's pretty big and he couldn't have put that many drinks down in two hours to pass out. He must have been drinking prior to the party. Now mind you the club is on 27th Street which has been in the papers lately with underage drinking going on in the clubs as well as drug deals. So with that being said the police are all over the street now and threaten to shut us if what happened to Mark is an indication of what is going on inside. Chelsea does her best to assure them that this is just ONE person and that everyone else is fine. She also explains that it is a company party and that it will be ending in an hour or so. The police agree to let us keep celebrating. We all kind of laugh it off that this guy was taken away in the ambulance but are a bit concerned for him. (we automatically think..hmm drugs?) We all have to wait till Monday to find out what happened.

Happy Monday. We arrive to work like kids in a candy store…dying to hear what happened to Mark. Sasha our talent manager calls him to see if he's ok. His response to her is "Yes yes I’m fine. Thank you for calling. I made it to work today!". She then asks him what happened. He tells her he only had a few drinks and someone must have drugged him! Hmm I find it a bit odd...I would have to say that Mark drugged himself. No one else got "slipped a roofie" as far as we knew. And I don't want to be mean but Mark looks like a caveman. But hey to each his own right? There's a lid for every pot! I mean in this day of age, I never leave my drink on the bar. Tip to all of you. Finish your cocktail, make a bathroom run, come back and order a fresh one. There are too many wacky people out there today.