Had the company Xmas party on Friday night.
Enjoyed the pre-dinner 'cocktails', standing around, moving around, chatting to people and grazing off the passing trays of nibbles. Good times.
Enjoyed the meal. OK, was the normal chicken-beef-chicken-beef nonsense but tasty enough.
Enjoyed the chat at the table meeting people I didn't know (partners came along) and learning more about those I did.
But...
Once the dance music started, it was time to go.
It's now Sunday morning here and my voice is still croaky from trying to talk over the noise.
And I left before dessert was served.
Why do they do that? The music is not something I could dance to (and it would be louder on the dance floor anyway), you can no longer talk because of the volume.
You just become an island.
At least in the old days when there was a live band they would stop for a while to have a drink and regroup; at Friday's do there was a DJ driving some CD contraption and it was relentless.
I have never been a fan of Guantanamo Bay but I now have a better understanding of what is inflicted on the detainees by the imposition of endless, senseless noise.
Showing my age? Probably. But also showing the wisdom to leave.
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Yep, a symptom of growing old, that idea that people might actually want to communicate rather than have their ear drums mindlessly pierced.
ReplyDeleteI can't count the number of times I've come home with my voice nearly gone from trying to even say goodbyes in the face of the unrelenting "music".
(clapclapclap) You said what I was thinking. Bravo, good sir!
ReplyDeleteI don't think you showed your age until you said, "In the old days" ;)
ReplyDeleteBut I'm with you. And I'm much, much, MUCH younger ;)
WHY DO THEY DO THAT?
ReplyDeleteshhhhh. my head hurts....
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
(a little louder,)
My Head Hurts!...ow
IT WAS ALL THAT DRINKING AND PARTYING AND LOUD MUSIC!
geezzzzz...a little PITY would you?
THE HECK YOU SAY! SEX DRUGS AND ROCK AND ROLL! DANG! PARTY ON, DUDE!
if you yell again, you're going to WANT some drugs!
I just had a bit too much to drink, Margaret was tired, and it was the BAND that made the noise they call MUSIC
WELL, HERE...(suddenly noticing the irritability level) Have some aspirin... It will help you a bit.
What?
I SAID, " HERE'S SOME ASPIRIN! THEY'LL HELP YOU FEEL BETTER!"
Ow....but my hands are fine!
WHAT?
my HANDS are FINE!
WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
well (with a grin) that's what I feel with.......
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I'll show my age by agreeing with you!
ReplyDeletewith age comes wisdom...
ReplyDeleteLove the island expression.
ReplyDeleteI will join you too..can't stand those noise..nothing to do with age.
ReplyDeleteWas alcohol served...cos then the music would been appreciated more I am guessing.
ReplyDeleteBack in the disco daze, the music was too loud also. Best we could do was work on visual clues. That's fine if you are just looking to pick up someone.
ReplyDeleteBut one would assume that at a company social event, you are expected to socialize.
Well said, Lee. Restaurants, pubs, parties - we leave them all if loud music is in evidence - it's impossible to hold a conversation
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