The last Christmas works do I went to was many years ago, I worked in a Supermarket,and about 12 of us women,from different sections of the store,went for a nice meal and drinks, at a lovely refined pub in the area where I lived..All quite nice, except some boring coversations at times.
I was living with a serious alcoholic at the time., and he used to frequent a small back street pub much further up the road from this nice pub. The pubs were about a quarter of a mile apart..
At some point during the evening, when we women had finished our meal, and were having another drink,, all of a sudden the door flew open, and in staggered my alkie partner, absolutely wasted. he tripped near our table, and toppled over, onto the table, sending glasses of wine flying, and as yet not collected dinner plates, and a couple of handbags, all went flying onto the wooden floor..
The pub manager rushed in, and ordered a taxi,for drunken partner to be taken home. I had to tell the manager he was my almost comatose partner.. The supermaket women knew about my home issues.
Partner eventually drunk himself to death, much later. !