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Published: December 10th 2005
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Peppermint Igloo
Always looking good at 3am. This blog entry will have limited appeal to anyone that hasn’t spent time in the austere, hallowed and purple halls of the AAT. However, that being said if you enjoy tales of people making fools of themselves at karaoke then I encourage you to read on.
I freely admit that my third and final AAT Christmas party had a triple ring around it on my social calendar. Not only did it promise to provide me with free booze for an evening but it was going to be one of the last opportunities for me party it up with all of my mates at work. The decision on venues was always a fine balancing act - with the staff Christmas party location requiring more than tacit approval from the AAT membership. In the past the party has been held in a hearing room below our offices. You can just imagine the fun and debauchery that went on under the watchful eye of the Commonwealth seal and the cameras used for court transcription. However in 2003 the party moved off site to the Edinburgh Castle and in 2004 was hugely successful at Statement Bar under the State Theatre. This is the very
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Tuneful and tasteful as ever - Jon and Pikis. same establishment where I lost my digital camera some months ago and where Pikis was denied service of alcohol on seriously questionable grounds (some say he was drunk, others say he tried one too many dodgy pick up lines on a member of the bar staff).
Considering the success of the 2004 Christmas party, we headed back to Statement Bar again. This time with a theme! “Yuletide Glamour” caused much consternation amongst those who a) didn’t know what “Yuletide” meant and b) weren’t entirely sure what type of outfit complied with such a theme. Nevertheless everyone looked great and special mention must go to Niamh, Alessandra, Neil and Frank (as was his pseudonym for the evening).
The other unique feature of this year’s party was that we were stuck next to the world’s saddest 21st. With a total of 12 people at the party, the birthday girl may have been a loser but the AAT won out as we managed to score almost exclusive rights to their karaoke set up.
Now, I know what you’re thinking - Karaoke equals sad lawyers singing out of tune to “All By Myself”. And yes, that is a fairly accurate description
Alessandra cuts sick
Poise, grace and beauty. of my performance of the evening. However, the rest of the Tribunal is an untapped source of Australian Idol contestants. Chris, Sian, Jon, Niamh and Frank belted out some great tunes and we were proclaimed by the karaoke DJ to be the “second or third best” group he had ever had the pleasure of hearing perform such pop classics as Britney’s “one more time” and Avril’s “sk8er boi” (no spell check required).
Highlights of the evening included “The Rose” by Sian (dedicated to yours truly), “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Chris and some seriously good Elvis courtesy of Niamh’s rendition of “Heartbreak Hotel”. Proving once again that he is a total class act, Frank delivered some great tunes from his namesake and wowed the ladies with his dance moves (In fact I would SWEAR at one stage he chased one of the girls back ON to the dance floor).
Of course, what is a Christmas party without serious indiscretion and embarrassment? Luckily (for some) one of the sources of indiscretion rang me this morning pleading that I eschew distributing any photographic evidence of his behaviour. As I am aware that these things come back to bite you
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Who, me, use bronzer? I (only reluctantly) agreed. But let this be said, I got very sick of waiting for two associates to finish their late night pash session on the corner of Park and Pitt Streets after the party and so I left them alone to continue their very intimate discussion on developments in Australian administrative law.
As is the benefit of writing one’s own version of any event I have happily left out a description of my poor performance. I blame the dodgy mussels…
After Statement Bar I headed on up to the Peppermint Lounge in the Cross. Karen Mac and I joined Lisa at her work’s Christmas Party After Party and boogied on down till 3 or so. That bar is ok. The music was err, tribal, and I had great fun watching Karen go off every time a bongo was struck. I have a great video of her dancing it up, I’m only sad that I didn’t get a photo of her face when they packed up the drums. Poor Kazza!
In keeping with the SingStar theme of the evening, on the way home Karen and I got abused by someone because we were singing “Gangster’s Paradise”.
Hatchets buried.
Santa visits Alessandra. According to this guy, people in the East didn’t “represent” any gangs and that we should “get fu#ked, dawgs”. I told him I was from Yamba (g-banger capital of northern NSW) and that if he came along my street wearing those colours again I’d pop a cap in his ass.
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BJ
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Hmm..
Patrick, What would the Pres think of all this???? Barry