Nailed a woman on a pool table, threw up in a woman's mouth.
Same party. Not the same woman.
Cause and effect?
No... Unless you're talking about the half bottle of sambucca I necked between both 'incidents'...
Stupid thing is, I'd fancied both of them for ages. Fucked up my long-term chances with either, really - firstly because I performed dismally (no encore), secondly because, well... You know. Cleaning puke out of your clothes is bad enough...
Working in bars in London can get pretty mental, at one summer staff party, held in my venue, I walked into my stockroom (I was a Bar Manager at the time) to find the MD, Co-founder and 3 site GMs snorting lines off the top of my stock.
Another time a girl drank so much at the awards night that she shat herself on stage at 9pm whilst trying to collect an award with her colleagues for best bar team.
But the Pièce de résistance was a Christmas Party held in a restaurant across the road from my venue, 200 strong party of young bartenders (18-30 vibes) and the drugs were flowing as much as the booze, culminated in us getting prematurely kicked out, and with our bar across the street the powers that be decided we'd have the after-party there... I open up the venue and venture downstairs to find my head bartender (in a girl-girl relationship at the time) completely naked atop one of the sturdier tables, being spit-roasted by 2 of our newer recruits. Needless to say they got quite a shock when I chucked all the lights on upon entering the bar!
Funnily enough since that time all subsequent parties have taken place well away from any of the companies venues ...
Working in bars in London can get pretty mental, at one summer staff party, held in my venue, I walked into my stockroom (I was a Bar Manager at the time) to find the MD, Co-founder and 3 site GMs snorting lines off the top of my stock.
Another time a girl drank so much at the awards night that she shat herself on stage at 9pm whilst trying to collect an award with her colleagues for best bar team.
But the Pièce de résistance was a Christmas Party held in a restaurant across the road from my venue, 200 strong party of young bartenders (18-30 vibes) and the drugs were flowing as much as the booze, culminated in us getting prematurely kicked out, and with our bar across the street the powers that be decided we'd have the after-party there... I open up the venue and venture downstairs to find my head bartender (in a girl-girl relationship at the time) completely naked atop one of the sturdier tables, being spit-roasted by 2 of our newer recruits. Needless to say they got quite a shock when I chucked all the lights on upon entering the bar!
Funnily enough since that time all subsequent parties have taken place well away from any of the companies venues ...
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Have had some good ones though.
https://forum.charltonlife.com/discussion/90696/christmas-parties/p1
Invited some staff back to mine, accompanied by a bottle of scotch from bar.
Monday, I was accused of theft so resigned immediately. Management had a fraction of my qualifications. See you next Tuesdays.
Same party. Not the same woman.
Absolutely loathe them.
Went to one when I was a junior manager got offered a 3some with two of my female members of staff. Rejected it, never had a similar offer.
Loathe them.
Stupid thing is, I'd fancied both of them for ages. Fucked up my long-term chances with either, really - firstly because I performed dismally (no encore), secondly because, well... You know. Cleaning puke out of your clothes is bad enough...
Working in bars in London can get pretty mental, at one summer staff party, held in my venue, I walked into my stockroom (I was a Bar Manager at the time) to find the MD, Co-founder and 3 site GMs snorting lines off the top of my stock.
Another time a girl drank so much at the awards night that she shat herself on stage at 9pm whilst trying to collect an award with her colleagues for best bar team.
But the Pièce de résistance was a Christmas Party held in a restaurant across the road from my venue, 200 strong party of young bartenders (18-30 vibes) and the drugs were flowing as much as the booze, culminated in us getting prematurely kicked out, and with our bar across the street the powers that be decided we'd have the after-party there... I open up the venue and venture downstairs to find my head bartender (in a girl-girl relationship at the time) completely naked atop one of the sturdier tables, being spit-roasted by 2 of our newer recruits. Needless to say they got quite a shock when I chucked all the lights on upon entering the bar!
Funnily enough since that time all subsequent parties have taken place well away from any of the companies venues ...