Aztec Antics

This year our Christmas party took on the theme of the Aztec. There were stone idols of fake gods; thatched look-out towers and huts; all connected by rope bridges. It looked like a film set for the Crystal Maze; although no-one was able to climb up and play. But why were we asked to wear formal evening wear and not aloha shirts and tribal face masks? For the first time in my life, I did manage to get a nibble from a tray of canapes while the others were trying to figure out how the free bar worked and that huge rounds wouldn’t work out. While we were entertained by the dinner bell we were entertained by dancers and people in tribal costume on stilts; though I would have preferred a table magician any day. But we got a great view of the stage to see the acrobats who danced between each course alongside fire jugglers and gymnasts. Then as the last course was served; I got randomly French-kissed and we were left to our own devices on the dance floor and to ride the waltzers; where my offer to help the ladies out of the car was rejected by one and she fell flat on her face.