Christmas parties

We went to the Airbus christmas party on friday.

I'm still thinking about the food.



The shindig was held on the top floor of the Museum of Contemporary Art, and would've had a spectacular view, if not for the thunderstorm that lasted all night long. Oh but the food! It was a smart-casual stand up and mingle affair, although Bear and I spent a disproportionate amount of time being antisocial on soft white leather poufs waylaying waiters with platters of the best ever finger food i've ever had. Maaan... there were little quiches, chinese soup spoons full of minced chicken with crunchy veggie things, mini pizzas, mini mushroom risotto, smoked salmon wrapped round something creamy on crunchy crackers, spicy gingery fried wontons, really good sushi, grilled salmon and chicken on bamboo forks, peking duck pancakes, little newspaper cones filled with shoestring fries and crispy beer battered fish, .. and on and on. Oh! and for dessert, the most enormous cheese platters with candied fruit and other assorted cheese accessories and the bit i can't stop thinking about, rows upon rows of tiny little creme brulees! All laid out with tiny shiny spoons tucked into each little pot of perfection.

*hhhmmmm!*

There was certainly more food than the modest crowd could eat, and I couldn't stop thinking last night of all that fantastic food lying around uneaten. ARGH!

*thinking about it again*

ARGH!

There was also quite a lot of alcohol to be had, and champagne! I managed not to embarrass Bear in front of his colleagues and their respective wimmenfolk, but i Did have about 7 glasses of champagne and I don't usually drink, so i don't know where that went.

It was also funny when a bunch of Bear's bosses started pulling down balloons from the ceiling and doing helium.

All in all, it was a bit more fun than the Boeing party, which was a sober sit down affair at the posher-than-thou Australian Golf Club. They served up a decent three course dinner, but also hired a comedian who it seems was cautioned rather heavily about making offensive jokes, and hence proceeded to make plenty of jokes about being inoffensive... and still managed to make fun of several people in the room. Unfortunately, I REALLY HAD TO PEE, and was sitting right in front of him, and he went on for about half an hour.

I don't like formal sit down dinners. They're so stifling, and what's with the dress codes? It seems to me just a little bit rude to tell your guests what to wear, especially if they might have dates who are just complete dags and have no money to buy fancy outfits nor the figure to wear them, and not only that, but to word the dress code as "Lounge Suit", which when googled, specifies business suit for men, and buggerall whoknowswhat for women.

I suffered great worrying over that. A $269 black silk top purchase and a small nervous breakdown over shoes later, I now have a nice-ish formal-ish outfit for special occasions, excepting of course any of Bear's future work things.

So anyway the verdict is, Bear is advised to order more aircraft from Airbus.