Corporate holiday parties are always so amusing to be at because each year, you realize exactly how bottled up people are at the office; we don’t have the time to get to know each other, and we’re constantly trying to control others’ perceptions of who we actually are. These are the people who then really let go when they get a free open bar and let loose in every sense possible. Then, they show up at the office the next day and start vomiting into the office toilets. Yes, that really happened last year. Vomiting isn’t normally a sound I expect to hear when I am in the women’s room at my office, but hey, post-company-holiday party, anything goes! The next day is full of hung over, sluggish employees, downing endless cups of coffee while trying not to pass out in front of their MacBooks. Most of them get in somewhere between 10:30am-noon, if they even make it in. One person on my team didn’t even make it in today. Fearing that people wouldn’t come in, our co-founder delayed the bagels and cream cheese until tomorrow morning.

Each year, the day after the holiday party, I come in with a scratchy voice from screaming to have conversations over ridiculously loud music at whatever venue we had our party at. This year, I actually had a lot of conversations around topics you would not normally have at an office holiday party: race relations in the U.S. and how they have evolved, politics and elections in Turkey vs. the U.S., and why Australia is not necessarily the perfect utopia that Americans seem to think it is. I did all this in between multiple tequila shots, glasses of cabernet, and a tequila sunrise. I would say it was a very productive and thought provoking night for me.