He asked me to go, but I refused. I know, my mistake 
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The thing is that I don’t enjoy these parties, I don’t get most of their jokes (since they’re related to their everyday work and past experiences) and I HATE the smell of beer and alcohol, it makes me want to barf. Also, if some guy tried to hug me or kiss me (as is their norm), I would probably slap him and my husband will get all huffy and work will get uncomfy for him, so I just avoid these situations. I’m still REALLY mad at him, maybe I shouldn’t serve him dinner for a whole week.
And I work too, but I don’t go around hugging my co-workers and posing cheek-to-cheek with them. I’m getting more mad thinking about it now, how would he react if I took pictures chipkofying with half-nude guys. 