It’s the eternal question that plagues us when stepping in to any work function – will I enjoy this night more if I can remember it tomorrow? We figure this might be the only chance you get in the next 365 days to let your hair down and show your colleagues that you’re not merely an ass-kicking, name-taking assistant account manager, but also a novice break-dancer and juggling enthusiast. And if everyone’s staying sober and stiff-upper-lipped, you might never discover that Tim from PR actually runs medieval roleplaying workshops, or that Casey from facilities can pick her nose with her tongue. And isn’t that, after all, the true meaning of Christmas?