Okay, last night was...interesting. First, his wife didn't attend. She had a birthday party to go to and so she was not there. The girl in question did not want to drive so that she could drink and my wife & I offered to pick her up and take her home. We were turned down. Instead, HE picked her up and ended up taking her home. Oh, did I mention her husband is out of town? (Her and her husband are going to be getting a divorce already, unrelated to anything currently going on.)
So we get there and were late because my friend and his not-a-date-we're-just-friends girl wanted to stop at a bar and have "pre-party drinks". They didn't get there until almost 6:30 which is what time the ACTUAL party started - and the ACTUAL party had free drinks. So why do this? I don't fricking know. Anyway, when we DO get there there's no place to park. We get inside and there's no place to sit. So we end up standing with plates of finger food and hors d'oeuvres while we waited for a table somewhere to open up for four. Finally got one and plopped our butts down.
It's hard to put into words the things that really went on. My boss was absolutely hammered. Normally he's an uptight, very conservative guy who is very, VERY PC and never says anything that could possibly be misconstrued. When drunk, though...Let's just say he sat on my wife's lap again this year. He is a fun drunk.
There was very little sexual innuendo flying which surprised me, although she DID try and kiss MY wife. My wife thought she was kidding around and when she found out she wasn't said something like, "I'll need more wine." (Which I got her immediately. >
) Nothing more happened with that, though.
The wife and I danced a few times, I went back into DJ mode and showed the room how to do the Cupid Shuffle and broke out some 80s dance moves that had people laughing with me. I swear it was with me and not at me. Okay, I *THINK* they were laughing with me. Shit. They were laughing at me, weren't they? Damn it!
Anyway, my friend and the now-very-drunk-but-only-a-friend girl only danced together once even then they had what we called "Jesus space" between them. Then the party started winding down. The DJ was both good and terrible. He played a lot of good music but also a lot of shit that I could have told him was a bad idea. It was remarked that it seemed I really missed DJing. I really do. But I'm not going back.
Anyway, after the party which ended at 10:30 we four went to a karaoke bar (by this time I was on charity money as we'd gone through the $60 we took). And it was there that the flirting really began between the two. He "helped" her learn how to throw darts (because when you are 30 you apparently haven't ever thrown a dart before) by standing behind her and helping her "form". She still sucked and never hit the board, breaking the tips on several darts because she threw them like they were having to impale someone. Regardless, it was amusing to watch. Then she ordered a big plate of greasy fried potatoes...which when mixed with the alcohol was probably the most effective cock-blocker I've ever seen. She turned a lovely shade that was somewhere between ghost white and sea green and had to excuse herself all sudden-like to the restroom. When she came back the party was pretty much over. My wife and I left to go get our daughter from her friend's house and the two friends-not-a-couple left to take her home.
So did anything happen with them? I don't know. Will anything happen with them? I don't know. And there you have it. The story that wasn't nearly as good as I thought it was going to be.