It was a moonlit night

I am really sick of leaving the house at 8 in the evening to go to meetings at the newspaper that are scheduled for 9. It is absurd. Just because someone wants to juggle 3 jobs at once, I have to freeze to death instead of reading stories to my son, or making cds and generally having a splendid time.
Does anything come of these late night meetings? No. We go there, sit round the big table, they have coffee, when it really is Southern Comfort time, somebody tells a silly joke, that gets everyone started on silly jokes. An hour passes until everybody is there and another hour until we discuss the newspaper. When the meeting is over, some people look happy that have met some other people, but I am not one of them. And no kiosk nearby to buy some comforting chocolate or Vogue.
Also, there’s a fashion problem concerning these late night meetings. What should you wear? It’s work so it’s obvious you can’t go in sequined skirts (not that I have any) but it’s evening too. And freakily freezing. So, should I wear
a. a tartan blanket
b. a romantic Laura Ashley duvet
c. pyjamas and fluffy slippers with 3 pairs of socks.