Jason's Christmas work party was held at a fancy restaurant on top of a fancy mountain that you had to take a fancy gondola to get to. I had big plans to make-out in that gondola until a co-worker asked if he could hop in with us. Which ended up being fine, I guess since otherwise we wouldn't have gotten a chance to discuss in great lengths how his legs got scratched from hiking. I was disappointed, though, that we missed out on the perfect selfie opportunity with us kissing as the sun set over the city below us. It might not be a stretch if I say I lay in bed at night envisioning the perfect photo scenarios. And this was one of them. Oh well, there's always next year. Before we left we had a very serious talk about panty hose. Jason thought all the girls would be wearing them, and although I understood his voice of concern about my leg's unsightly shade of white these days, I knew they only wore pantyhose at work. And that's only if they're over 60. But Jason is a man of few requests so I obliged. Let's just say I won the bet and once we got there I immediately went to the bathroom and stripped them off. Which was all fine until I came home and realized they were no longer in my purse. Somebody went home with quite the white elephant gift when either a) a co-woker found them under our table and thought we were getting kinky b) a co-worker found them after we left the photo booth and thought we were getting kinky c) a co-worker found them after we left the gondola and thought we were getting kinky. None of these scenarios look very good for Jason. Unless of course we spin it the other way and they all look REALLY good for Jason. We'll just wait and see if he's met with disgust or high fives when he goes back to work.
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Only you Jame, only you would loose your panty hose at a holiday party without getting kinky ;) And I love that about you. So cute. I say make out anyway, way more entertaining than scratches on your leg talk and probably would have supported the "got kinky" theories too. :)
sorry, that was me :)
Jason is lucky-- I know I would never have planned ahead to make out on the gondola ride or kiss as the sun was setting over the city--you are a romantic! And I still think the pantyhose were found by some drunks and they had a good old time laughing about it. And are we talkin "pantyhose"? or tights? cause there is indeed a big difference. And I can't believe he insisted you wear them. Hilarious.
Ha, ha, ha!!! Ever since you put that little snippet about this on IG (or was it FB?) I've been anxious to hear the whole story. It's a classic. So did he get some high fives? Ha, ha! What a fun and romantic evening. Minus the third wheel. I think you should have just made out anyway;) Hey, he could have taken the picture for you! You'll have to help me on this one, how does a gondola go up a mountain? I'm having a hard time figuring that one out.
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