Puke on my shoes.

[ellenmillion]

I described my evening to Jake over the phone and he said it sounded like the worst company dinner ever, but really it wasn't too bad. Except for the puke on my shoes.

Jen brought Oscar and her acting-husband* to Anchorage for training (she is a coworker, AIT, where I am EIT). Not a problem! He's a sweet kid, about 15 months. But, as they are at that age, a bit prone to regurgitation, and the overstimulation and strange food of a busy, noisy company dinner were a bit too much for him. So, there was some unpleasant spewage that happened to hit my feet.

They left shortly after (taking the rental car we shared and leaving me to scavenge another ride), and I was alone at our table. Fortunately, the president and vice president of the company (husband and wife team) invited me over so I didn't look like a pariah. So, I did my best graceful socialite impression and sat there chatting about building houses and Christmas trees with the Big Boss while painfully aware that there was VOMIT on my feet. (I daubed most if it off with my napkin and politely requested a new one from the waiter, but still.) Also fortunately, no one had witnessed the spewage specifically - they just knew that Oscar 'wasn't feeling good' and had to be taken home.

And aside from that - and the terribly, terribly undercooked filet mignon - it was a lovely night. Nice people, I didn't freeze up too painfully shyly (even standing there thinking 'I have puke on my shoes...' and later realizing that it was also on my pants...), and the food was otherwise absolutely fabulous.

I'm going to go shower for an hour. Also, I need a 'blech!' icon...


*She calls him her 'partner,' but I sort of thought they were married, and they're definitely in a committed relationship that involves children; basically I'm not sure what they technically are.

(ETA: Also, got very, very squee-worthy peek at something for a Project that fills me with glee!)

Comments

[wyrdwriter.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it wasn't a total disaster...
but...
EEEWWWW!

<q>Also, I need a 'blech!' icon... </q>

Will this work?

[eaglemaina.livejournal.com]

Ick! I'm not too sure I would have been able to do like you did. I probably would have stayed an hour in the bathroom desperatly trying to take every off! Glad to hear though that everything was nice during the evening!

[ryokomusouka.livejournal.com]

But why would someone bring a not-quite-toddler to a company dinner...?

[snobahr.livejournal.com]

Because one was unable to secure a babysitter, and had no other viable choice. That's why BoyZilla there in my userpic has been to a few grown-up dinners.

[ryokomusouka.livejournal.com]

No offense meant - I have three 'zillas myself. :) I s'pose I take for granted my ready-sitter (gramma).

[snobahr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's good to have those around :D But sometimes, one is in a situation where Grammas and Nanas aren't available and one's regular babysitter is unavailable for whatever reason, and one needs do what one needs must.

Total tangent - is that heart in the lower corner of yoru userpic changing color?

[ellenmillion.livejournal.com]

They are a 'family' company - there were two others of that age or younger there also.

[ryokomusouka.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. :)

[pixiewildflower.livejournal.com]

Cool!