I actually joined (was coerced into) the social committee in a previous work place. More or less my sole purpose was to ensure there was lots of free booze. It was run by a very attractive lass, who was essentially made to do it because she was PA to the department head and her second in command 'the General', a recently separated from her boyfriend, man hating control freak who wanted to call the shots. The rest of the members were essentially just there to be dogsbody's for the General.
I remember one of the missions was to visit locations in Edinburgh to host the Christmas party, this was done during office hours which was ideal as my boss being the good corporate employee actually thought this was an important task. Turns out everyone else ditched this task except for me and the General. Great. So off we went on our trip around the city visiting various places and on the way she complained about her ex, and in general "why are men assholes" followed up with enquiring of any single friends I may have. Took me all my will power not to say "I'm sure they'd be dying to meet you". It was fun. I remember thinking to myself, what the actual f*ck am I doing here, this isn't anything I would normally do, but f*ck it we're here now. Turned out to actually be quite class, loads of free food, free booze and all these places were trying very hard to get the business. The downside was I had to actually pretend I gave a f**k about any of this, the General had a big folder and lots of questions and I'm there with fuckall to contribute, I think I might have asked at some point "How tall is the Christmas tree?" in a desperate attempt to add something, I think it was met with odd looks and some laughter.
By the time we finished, there was no real point making our way back to the office, after having consumed a fair amount of champagne I was feeling a small buzz and in the mood to get on it. The General suggested a debrief, actual words used, so I suggested the pub and she agreed. By this point the alcohol had softened her attitude and I believe she may also be having some fun, I am after all quite good company. In the pub, she literally meant a debrief, we sat down and she flung open the big folder and was ready to discuss it. f**k me. I got the drinks so I could at least order a chaser as well as pint. I got back and the General was in full flow of themes and colour schemes. f**k. But it gave me the opportunity to stress the importance of free booze and lots of it, which she seemed amenable to. Success and with that done, I somehow managed to convince her that "oh we need to probably discuss with the others" I thought she would be reluctant, but she agreed and the folder disappeared. Briefly it was back to the ex and man hating. I was thinking what in fucks name am I doing again. Then it actually became quite a laugh and the internal gossip flowed.
We drank for quite some time, I'm a fairly capable session drinker and by this point I could see she was not. The battle hardened General was now quite coy and then flirtatious. Before I really knew it we were back at my place and the General was very much ready for action. The fucking things I do to ensure people have a decent Christmas night out with loads of booze. The next week was massively awkward and I left the social committee. As expected when Christmas night out came the General had returned and she was incredibly frosty with me. But alcohol flowed and everyone else was having a nice time. Some say I even saved Christmas. I was more or less regarded as a hero.***
***So we never ended up back at my place, she did seem to suggest it until she found out I was not single and in no way interested. I just wanted to end it the way people thought it was going since you had to read all that. Unsurprisingly the rest is true and I did however leave once the booze situ was confirmed and she was in fact very frosty with me for leaving. Also rumours in the office arose there was something between us, no idea where that came from but it took a fair while to shift.
You can tell I am absolutely fully in the Christmas wind down.