Last night, Mr Jim and I went to his Union's Christmas party. Ive been before, so I didnt put too much thought into it. I go for him.
I made sure I was dressed just enough. Nothing too schmancy.
Im glad I had sleeves because it was COLD in the venue. I forget that most of the people are pretty weird.
We sat a table that had two others, already there. They were really nice. Mr Jim knew his dad, blah blah blah.
His mom, stepdad and brothers are all in the IBEW. Every one knows them.
Two other couples joined the table. Jim knew one of the guys. I smiled and tried to be neutrally charming.
They relaxed and started talking to each other.
A guy said that he had Mr Jim's mom and brother as his teachers. He said, to his wife, you know is mom. She said, Oh.. whats her name is his mom? He said, Her name is Pat. She snaps at her husband, " How in the fuck am I supposed to remember her name?" I smile and say, " She is my mother in law and I refer to her as 'whats her face'". I said it just to diffuse the situation. She rolled her eyes at me. (Bitch.. haha)
One said that a local weather guy was stupid, and Mr Jim said, " I met him and he is a genuinely nice man. I have a lot of respect for that guy". Eye roll replied, " I dont have time to watch that shit in the morning. I have four kids to get ready".
Mr. Jim said " I have plenty of time. Leaving at 5:30 means I only get myself ready". She shot him a look of death.
I giggled.
The other guy was telling his date about a photo he saw,
" She had her shirt up and her titties were hanging out. Her huge fucking titties were just out there."
Im sitting across from him and I just looked at him. I made the " I dont believe that you are at a dinner and you are talking like that" face. He stopped.
The first scowling woman started telling a story about how her sister " broke a fucking vaccum cleaner over her old man's head".
Fuck, shit, mother fucker, and bitch flew around like confetti on New Year's eve. The first couple got up and left.
The cursey couples just went on and on, as Mr Jim and I discussed possibly going to a movie, amongst ourselves, in a low volume. I had finally had enough. I looked at Mr Jim and said, in a loud voice,
" Sir, I raise you, 'BUKKAKAKE'!" Then I looked at them, and laughed! Mr Jim looked at me, like I went nuts.
I said " I had to out do them!"
Then I excused myself for the ladies room, and told Jim to meet me at the door with my coat.
He said that when he got up to leave, one of the vulgarettes said to him, " You guys going to a movie after all?"
Rude and to top it off, eavesdroppers!
