Round Two...Sort Of

Okay, so Super Sister will be attending another holiday luncheon today, but thank the gods and goddesses, this one is on-site and on company time, thus no alcoholic beverages will be ingested or abused. By me.

Why so many damn luncheons, you ask? Well 'cause Supa Sister is some sorta mid-level bigwig for a highly touted governmental agency, and we've got all these different sections and divisions and Bureaus and whatnot to fellowship with, plus we all know the soiled reputation we guv'ment workers toil under - that we're basically civil servant slobs who don't do shit, and if that's the case, then we especially don't do shit around the holidays...Guess my retort or argument should go (here).

So. Supa Sister will go and eat and laugh at people wearing ridiculous santa hats and fake-network and look fabulous in her gold strappy sandals and see if she can win any prizes. And another thing... it's been kinda strange since Supa Sister's uh, cough*overindulgence*cough at the last holiday function. People Supa Sister doesn't know or care to know are speaking to her and sending her emails as if they and Supa Sister are old buddies or something. Folks moseying all into her office striking up idiotic conversations while Supa Sister has a what the fuck? look smeared all over her face...

Hmmm...did word get out that Supa Sister is a loud friendly lush who will speak to anyone once properly inebriated? I asked my rowdy drinking co-workers if anything went down of which Supa Sister was not aware, and they assured me that I didn't kiss anyone, get caught in an uncompromising position in the custodial closet or profess some kind of drunken crush on an undesirable or anything like that.

Yet they say this with a smirk I still don't quite understand...