I have just waked for 30-odd minutes back to the office after delivering two lovely ladies to the taxi-cab that shall take them home unmolested. (Good night Kristen and Kumiko)

I have no idea what I was thinking when I started out, but once the decision was made to abandon the night was made, my “knight-in-shining-armour” mode kicked in and I certainly wasn’t interested in “hank-panky”, just to get the ladies home safe and sound. It probably sounds a bit naff, but that’s how it happened.

I probably should have started for home much sooner and yet I didn’t. I think the reasoning goes something like this: I don’t get out much. I enjoy being involved with some of my work colleagues. They were intent on “partying-on” after the office party. I wanted to tag along and have an enjoyable time – I don’t think I was in it for a “good time” though – just a night out with the blokes – not something I’ve ever really done before…

Didn’t work though. One of our group wandered off while we were having pizza (With his intended of the night I believe). My “short pants” caused us to be denied to at least one nightclub and our associates collar-less shirts denied us access to another. After that the lady companions became tired and dis-interested in their chosen mates and decided to call it a night.

I feel guilty that I caused the group as a whole to be denied entertainment when I could have easily said “Don’t worry, go in without me.” And yet I’m vaguely comforted that they chose to exit with me. Even though we all just went home after that.

Beats me. Tired, tipsy, and missing my wife and child.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Update: After much consideration and introspection, I believe this was my motivation at the end of the party/start of the wandering … I didn’t want to be left out. I know, it’s a bit lame but that’s it. I wasn’t interested in ‘scoring’, I just wanted to be included as “one of the guys”.