Remember anything before Wednesday? Mostly I don’t, but I have a troubled memory: photos with One Direction heartbeat Harry Styles and actor / director Olivia Wilde holding hands at the quarantine wedding of Jeff Azoff, Styles’ manager, who appeared on Monday arousing rumors about meetings. She and her fiancé Jason Sudeikis ended their seven-year engagement in early 2020, and in recent months, Styles and Wilde have worked together on the set. her future film, Don’t worry, darling. Their partnership makes sense – although if they met at work, she was technically his boss.
Anyway, this made me think about the nature of stories at work, which are usually poorly advised, but also enter the territory of human resources, unless you are apparently an actor. I do not Bad unethical stories about your shitty boss song flirting with you while you were an intern; anything goes by agreement. Personally, I’ve never had one because I think co-workers are rude, but if my co-worker were Harry Styles, I’d change my tune.
This week, I want to hear all about the time you connected with a colleague: did you meet the significant other at work? Did you wait until you received a new concert to make a move? Was contacting another summer camp counselor the worst decision you made in your sophomore year of high school? Tell us in the comments below.
First of all, let’s take a look at last week’s winners (last year!): These are the most important magical New Year’s Eve stories:
FilthyHarry, you absolutely win, what the hell !!!!!!!!!:
When I was a kid, I don’t remember the exact year, (but I do remember watching Solid Gold as a New Year’s show, so 80-82?) And I went to a party at our neighbors’ in our building.
Near midnight, Harper Lee (who lived in our building) appeared at the front door of the apartment and exclaimed in its refined refinement, if we didn’t keep it down, he would buy the building and throw us all out.
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Brian Griffin thinks “trustworthy” is just a state of mind, if you are happy, we are happy:
A few years ago on NYE, my wife and I decided to give up. The best resolution I’ve ever made and almost the only one ever.
ninjagin, this is great:
My best NYE was when I was 19, the first New Year after I left home … about 35 years ago, let’s say. I lived in a downtown room, did community theater, wrote and sat with poets, artists and actors and musicians in my cow town … it was a small but comfortable scene. You would have confronted quite a lot of someone you met at almost every concert, gallery show, reading or anything else. I was selling clothes at the time, I was working as a haberdashery, so I had a nice suit to wear. I was invited to a party in a pair of apartments next to a hotel in my old ironing board. I knew the area well, I took a bus there, I arrived more or less on time, as things rolled.
I’m not going to go into details, but it was complete debauchery. An artist friend there gave me some [redacted] and I haven’t had it before, but it was really great. There were great dances and drinks and philosophical conversations, my smoking and filling [redacted] Full of [redacted] and just stay with a bunch of sexy and wild creative young people until early morning. We played with lasers (which were expensive, big and bulky back then – remember LazerFloyd or Lazerium?) And painted murals with bright paints in the dark and danced and sang and made wild artwork with wax and cardboard and glittery paints. I got a big kiss at midnight from someone. It was like a party wrapped up without the underlying sadness, but it twisted as if you had the packing party at the beginning of the run? … where did all the good things still have to come from? Then, predictably, most of them all started to disappear in an hour or so, and I knew it was time to leave. I took a taxi, which the city had sponsored for free.
I got home a few hours before dawn and slept most of the next day. Was awesome. No one to rob me of how late I was out, no one to shake my finger at me for spending and having fun with my friends, no one to give me pain for smoking, drinking and [redacted] Full of [redacted]. I had never felt so free, wild and happy in my skin as I was that night … and I looked like a million dollars. I do not regret anything.
I’m moving fast now and I’m not young and sexy anymore, my knees and legs hurt too much to dance and I don’t dress anywhere near that level … not even in the same building, really. A single cigarette will hit me a few days later and I almost don’t drink anymore. On school nights I’m in bed until 10. However, I know how to spend like 1985, damn it, even if I don’t want to. Ah, to be young, wild and free, when a new year meant a whole universe of change, creativity and opportunity. It was wonderful and I was right in the middle of it and I will never forget it.
chain saw damn it:
I scored a very lucky concert during the 99/00 holidays in London. It was spectacular. Unfortunately, I stumbled on Christmas Eve and pulled out my two front teeth (even I found it funny “All I want for Christmas are the two front teeth”). On New Year’s Eve, a guy I met during the flight prepared me with the dentist for a free repair (essentially a piece of melted gray plastic up to the stumps left in my mouth). So I almost had teeth! I was in London! I spent outside Big Ben! I met an Irish arborist and I distinguished myself! I was a fake tooth star!
I stopped after new years. It cannot be covered.
Samantha Stevens, Excuse me?:
I went to a party with my boyfriend in a building that rented space for rehearsals. As usual, as soon as I got there, my boyfriend broke up with the bar and I never saw him again. I ended up spending most of the party in a big chair, drinking Haitian rum with a guy I fell in love with a lot (who also happened to be Madonna’s boyfriend). Yes, it was a few years ago.
Release the nightmare in the comments below.