I entered the function room to join in the station Christmas Party which I also used as a type of reunion. It took me a while to see anyone I knew since it was a few years since I had been to the last. Suddenly, there she stood. 'Beverley Morrisey - the most beautiful girl I have worked with in my entire career - how are you doing Bev?' I stood in amazement at the sight of the only woman who ever tempted me to break my wedding promises. She looked as beautiful as the day I first saw her, a raw recruit, immaculately dressed in her dark uniform. She smiled - that beautiful smile that radiated from those beautiful lips, enhanced by those beautiful blue eyes. 'Well, la dee da - look at the size of the big cigar. Don't stop Paddy, describe me more the way you used to. That Raquel Welsh looked like me - a few more like that of your Irish Blarney and I'll just take my ego for a walk'.
As I gave her a big hug and a peck on the cheek I thought of what might have been if only life imitated my dreams. Black Charlie strolled over and slapped me on the back, a little too hard now that I was well into my sixties 'Say hello' he said 'to the rest of your life you old buggar - still golfing?' he asked. 'Still off five, Chas' I replied 'and I always play in the seventies. I stop playing if it gets any colder'.
Charlie had also always been equally fond of Bev and until she had a bit of service under her belt, we had both looked after her like father and brother. We both always hoped she would thank us for it - but that was another dream. 'Bev' Charlie was obviously going to say something deep from his demeanour 'if you and Paddy ever get together, you will hit heights you have never reached before and the moonbeams will shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair. You'll walk with a limp for weeks'.
'Piss off Charlie' I scolded him and saw a smirk on Bev's face that told the story that she knew that Charlie was stirring the mud.
'My God Paddy' Beverley pretended to be all coy and innocent 'my heart is pounding so hard...I hope I look calm'. Suddenly we were interrupted by the Chief, banging on a table, calling the group to order. 'Here comes the crap speeches' Charlie said through the corner of his mouth. He had to be careful as he still had another twelve years of so to work while I was happy and contented on retirement.
Conversations continued with others whom I had not seen for years since I retired and time slipped by. It was now getting late and the party would be breaking up soon. I looked for Charlie and Beverly but there was no sign of them. I felt bitterly disappointed. 'I better have a pee before I leave' I said to one of my friends and made my way to the gents. As I entered, I heard noises from one of the cubicles.
I honestly thought that someone was being quite ill or having a breating problem. It could even have been a diabetic having a reaction to the beer. I entered the second cubicle, stood on the toilet bowl and looked over.
Yes, you have guessed what I saw. Charlie and Beverley were oblivious to everything around them and were well and truly engrossed with each other.
So, you realise now why I will never go to another reunion or Christmas Party. Unlike General Paton, I shall never return......
2006-12-22 04:53:36
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answered by thomasrobinsonantonio 7
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I wouldn't have come if I'd known he'd be there too. And he brought the dog. I can't believe it. What are the odds we'd both be invited to the Danber's Christmas party? Sigh. My heart is pounding so hard... I hope I look calm. Why does the man still have this effect on me? I can barely believe he even had an effect on me in the first place. His pick up line was, and I quote, "Say hello to the rest of your life." Granted, it's not as bad as "Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes" or "If the world was a steakhouse you would be prime rib," but it was still pretty cheesy. But still I let a relationship happen. The first month or so I was walking on air, dreaming of what could be and what might be. Sigh. If only life imitated my dreams. Lord, but the man has a giant sense of self-importance. That's why we broke up, actually. I told him he had a bit of a swelled head, and that was that. He even named the wrinkled little pug he's got with him "Ego." Yes, now everyone can truly say he has an Ego. Sigh. I might as well say hi before he sees me and then we just skirt each other all night. Oh... Maybe not... Look at the legs cozying up to him. Well, la dee da! Good grief, that girl has to be at least six foot two. She's almost taller than him! And as for her choice of dress, it's a bit skimpy, in my opinion. I can hear him, over the cacophony of voices. He's saying something about Jim Beam. Now she's saying all alcohol should still be called moonshine. Now, oh grief, he's laughing. He always had a charming laugh. He's saying the two terms should be mixed into... Ugh! "And the moon-Beams will shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair"?! Did he really just tell her that? Surely she knows that's... oh, well! Evidently not! Okay, okay, stop already! You're not even under the mistletoe. Oh, oh no, he's coming over here. Why? Why? Where can I hide?
"Hi, Sarah."
What can I say? Sigh. "Hello, Greg."
"How've you been?"
Sigh again. "Pretty good, all in all."
"Dating anyone?"
Get that smirk off your face! "I see you are."
"Who? Oh, Kara? She's drunk as a lord, but she's not my girlfriend. I had to excuse myself by saying "I'll just take my Ego for a walk before he decides he can't wait any longer." The girl just won't take no for an answer when she's got a high blood-alcohol content."
You know what? I don't believe him, really. But... "I'll come with you. We can catch up."
I don't know why I'm doing this. But he always was a very nice guy, despite the slight case of narcissism.
2006-12-22 04:07:44
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answered by Lady Ettejin of Wern 6
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No. 6. My heart is pounding so hard...I hope I look calm. Oops, I just peed my pants!
2006-12-22 02:38:39
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answered by Conrey 5
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