It was decided by the management to hold a Christmas party for the staff in an Iranian restaurant.
I was somewhat shaky as I have no experience of a party in Germany. I wasn't sure if I knew exactly how to conduct myself, dress or do justice to their food which is entirely non vegetarian while I don't even eat egg. But everybody reassured me that I needn't be apprehensive as everybody is coming in casuals and there will be specially arranged vegetarian food for me.
In any case, I just had to go to deliver the final gifts of Secret Santa game...
After the school got over, I searched the restaurant amid great difficulty. It was heavily snowing and I had forgotten to bring the address map. After I trudged for nearly 2 Km I called S who directed me on mobile, step by step in locating the address. And then when I got in hoping to find the manager who understood English to be able to carry out my instructions, a woman of the staff took me to whom? but Stf my boss herself...! She was there to decorate the restaurant and to make any final arrangements for the party and when she looked at me she was as astounded as I was. I mumbled something about searching the restaurant and quickly came out. Blow blow and blow..! What the devil do I do now?
Then S advised me to take Stfi in my confidence. There was really no other way. I went up to her again and taking her aside told her everything. She broke into a sweet smile and promised to do as I wanted her to.
Now I only had to wait for the party.....!
The party was a nice one. We all enjoyed so much even though I made out that nobody liked Iranian food.
It was a small crampy little place but Stfi had decorated it well with lots of red hangings, red candles, pine cones, feathers and chocolates.To my surprise I found it was Mz's family's restaurant and also noticed that Stf, her whole family and even As were were so close and friendly with the Mz family. Now I know, no matter even if Mz commits a murder in this school she will never be asked to leave. Their friendship is far too strong...!
My presents were laid out on the table. I heard As say to Ad " I know who is giving these presents." When later it was asked who was this Secret Santa, quite a lot of them easily said it was me and I owned up. Cl said she knew all along it was me because she knew me well enough. The others said they had suspicions on me and Cl influenced their opinions.
Then our private secret santas gave us gifts after we made a guess. Except just 2-3 people, everyone had guessed correctly. I was right Mz was mine and Mym guessed I was hers. Mzi gifted me brown earrings. Then we all received gifts from the school. I received a silver ring which I don't like and know I will never wear it. Others got beautiful bracelets, or earrings. Ad was the belle of the evening. She received a beautiful watch from her santa and dildo and special penis pasta from Stf while As got a car from Stf well, a school car with the school monogram for school use, i.e. While she was shrieking with delight at receiving the dildo, Stf's father a very old man started singing a song "Vibration, vibration...." and told us proudly that this song was taught to him by his father when he was very young.
They all were drinking and some of them got tipsy and said things they otherwise would not have said.
2-3 people visibly appeared to be disliking either the party, or the venue, I am not sure.
Whatever, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. It was a new experience for me and one which is highly unlikely to repeat itself now. School Parties in India are completely different from this one.
I was somewhat shaky as I have no experience of a party in Germany. I wasn't sure if I knew exactly how to conduct myself, dress or do justice to their food which is entirely non vegetarian while I don't even eat egg. But everybody reassured me that I needn't be apprehensive as everybody is coming in casuals and there will be specially arranged vegetarian food for me.
In any case, I just had to go to deliver the final gifts of Secret Santa game...
After the school got over, I searched the restaurant amid great difficulty. It was heavily snowing and I had forgotten to bring the address map. After I trudged for nearly 2 Km I called S who directed me on mobile, step by step in locating the address. And then when I got in hoping to find the manager who understood English to be able to carry out my instructions, a woman of the staff took me to whom? but Stf my boss herself...! She was there to decorate the restaurant and to make any final arrangements for the party and when she looked at me she was as astounded as I was. I mumbled something about searching the restaurant and quickly came out. Blow blow and blow..! What the devil do I do now?
Then S advised me to take Stfi in my confidence. There was really no other way. I went up to her again and taking her aside told her everything. She broke into a sweet smile and promised to do as I wanted her to.
Now I only had to wait for the party.....!
The party was a nice one. We all enjoyed so much even though I made out that nobody liked Iranian food.
It was a small crampy little place but Stfi had decorated it well with lots of red hangings, red candles, pine cones, feathers and chocolates.To my surprise I found it was Mz's family's restaurant and also noticed that Stf, her whole family and even As were were so close and friendly with the Mz family. Now I know, no matter even if Mz commits a murder in this school she will never be asked to leave. Their friendship is far too strong...!
My presents were laid out on the table. I heard As say to Ad " I know who is giving these presents." When later it was asked who was this Secret Santa, quite a lot of them easily said it was me and I owned up. Cl said she knew all along it was me because she knew me well enough. The others said they had suspicions on me and Cl influenced their opinions.
Then our private secret santas gave us gifts after we made a guess. Except just 2-3 people, everyone had guessed correctly. I was right Mz was mine and Mym guessed I was hers. Mzi gifted me brown earrings. Then we all received gifts from the school. I received a silver ring which I don't like and know I will never wear it. Others got beautiful bracelets, or earrings. Ad was the belle of the evening. She received a beautiful watch from her santa and dildo and special penis pasta from Stf while As got a car from Stf well, a school car with the school monogram for school use, i.e. While she was shrieking with delight at receiving the dildo, Stf's father a very old man started singing a song "Vibration, vibration...." and told us proudly that this song was taught to him by his father when he was very young.
They all were drinking and some of them got tipsy and said things they otherwise would not have said.
2-3 people visibly appeared to be disliking either the party, or the venue, I am not sure.
Whatever, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. It was a new experience for me and one which is highly unlikely to repeat itself now. School Parties in India are completely different from this one.
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