Start A Fire

This is how rumours get going. Yesterday evening our Board had its annual Christmas part-ay, which always begins with a bunch of VIP stiffs hanging around having quietly-spoken, boring conversations, and ends with most of our employees barely able to see straight enough to dial for a taxi home. When I say most I mean everyone but me.

[As we left Boxer Girl's birthday bash, walking to the car where Grumpy awaited us, New Girl said, "Let's pretend we're not drunk." I pointed out that it would be very easy for me to do so, because I wasn't.]

Early in the evening I spied a Board member, who is also actually a human being, standing by herself. I walked over to have a chat. She complimented the necklace I was wearing. I told her that I'd bought it a year ago but only recently had acquired the skirt I was wearing, which would go with it. As a lull in the conversational hum occurred, and some VIP happened to drift near us, I said, "I'm glad I managed to pick this up [the skirt]. It was getting to the point I was going to have to sashay into work naked, wearing nothing but the necklace."

We both had a laugh but I happened to turn my head and that's when I noticed the VIP and his startled look as he scampered back to the safety of his conversational scrum. A few minutes later someone had broken free of that group to come and ask me, "What's this I hear about you coming to work naked?" By the end of the evening the rumour had circled the room at least twice and had turned into me proposing a date on which I was actually going to get my kit off if, indeed, it wasn't the case that I hadn't already done so. Even as I was saying my farewells it was being asserted to me that I would, in the very near future, be rolling up to work newd.

I should have pointed out that it is summer and a girl needs to be comfortable.