Well groomed

My boss is getting married next week and we threw him a surprise drinks last night.

I can’t resist a theme, so I scoured the internet for buck’s party paraphernalia … and discovered there isn’t much.

There are heaps of very inappropriate penis-themed items available for hens parties, but virtually nothing for blokes.

My local party shop literally had zilch.

Things weren’t much better online. I settled for the groom glasses pictured above, along with Team Groom badges for the rest of us to wear. My co-worker Annie managed to find him a groom-to-be sash.

There were presents and toasts and mournful remarks from me about parenting “last times” … fortunately I was down the other end of the table from the groom, who has two small children.

I left a little early as I needed to make roast tomato soup as a farewell dinner for the eldest. One of my co-workers who happens to live around the corner from me announced she’d called an Uber and offered me a lift. Score!

The roast tomato soup was a big hit, with the eldest going back for seconds.

I had terrible insomnia last night, possibly due to acting inappropriately yesterday mixed with empty nester dread.

A new staffer has joined our team. When we were introduced she stuck out her hand to greet me and for some completely baffling reason I hugged her.

She was slightly shocked. I was very shocked.

I am not a hugger. I don’t like hugging. I am very bad at hugging.

Why did I hug a total stranger in the workplace?

Such a weirdo.

Song of the day: Billy Idol “White wedding”