I decided last minute to go to a work-linked function tonight. The dress was 'leisure suit' equivalent - whatever that means.

Me? I had a nice shirt on - but untucked since I have no belt - and ... draw string black cargo pants.

Now in my defence I told the function organisers that I was pushing the dress code and they said come anyway. So I did. And, for the first time in ages, had fun at one of these things. Mainly because I forced them to sit me next to a person whose company I find delightful.

Anyway, I was the lowest ranked person there. By several steps. I get invited because I help this org out and this was their thank-you dinner to all the senior people ... and me.

So I get there, and the pre-dinner drinks thing is happening, and boss+++ sees me. He indicates I should stand with them - so I do. He's the lovely man I not only toilet squished but I later apologised for it in front of all his senior under people.

I am conscious of my pants. My dress code busting pants - and I am nervous since I don't do small talk very well. For some reason I decided to tell him.

'Yeah, I came straight from work. Wearing dress code envelope bursting cargo pants. Still, um, if we need to carry stuff I got lots of pockets'.

I then lifted my leg and gave my many pockets a light seductive scraping.

Allow me. Cough ... cough cough.

I don't know what it is about this man but when I am around him I say or do unbelievably stupid things. He must think I am a right twonk.

Also, tomorrow, he's deciding if the job I love doing is worth doing at all.

Great timing mimo.