Booze Fest 2005
There's something about drinking on the company tab that really brings out the best in people. As this was a new experience for me, I took full advantage, only drinking the finest beer and liquors and downing exotic, expensive shots. For about six straight hours. Perhaps I have too much faith in my fellow man, but I just assumed everyone else would follow suit, celebrating the free drinking with gusto. Then I noticed people leaving around 11 or 12 because "we have work tomorrow morning" and I soon realized that I had an upward battle that could render me nothing but victorious: compensating for the others' lack of drinking by steeply multiplying my own.
After the drinking came to a close, I decided it would be a grand idea to walk home through Central Park at two in the morning. My accomplice, a girl I had just met, seemed to think it was a bad idea, but at that point, I was beyond reasoning with. I simply mentioned that in my current state I could feel no pain, so I wasn't worried about suffering bodily injury at the hands of thugs. I think she felt very reassured.
While we managed to make it home without incident, I still managed to be a jackass by sending drunken e-mails to two of my bosses at three in the morning. I half expected to see a pink slip on my desk when I arrived early that morning, but rather, all I found was no will to live as I stared at a computer screen for nine hours of my day, contemplating suicide as a reprieve from the worst hangover of my life.
As I stumbled through the day, people greeted me with the standard salutation,"Hey man, I didn't think you of all people would make it into work today" or the just as common, "Kevin, I thought we left you for dead at the bar." The greetings reached a climax when my boss, who I rarely see and who didn't attend the party, came by my desk and said, "I hear you had a pretty good time last night. I hope you didn't bankrupt the company." Oh well, what they lost in dollars they easily made up for in employee moral.
All in all, it was a good night. I just hope I get invited back to the next company function.
After the drinking came to a close, I decided it would be a grand idea to walk home through Central Park at two in the morning. My accomplice, a girl I had just met, seemed to think it was a bad idea, but at that point, I was beyond reasoning with. I simply mentioned that in my current state I could feel no pain, so I wasn't worried about suffering bodily injury at the hands of thugs. I think she felt very reassured.
While we managed to make it home without incident, I still managed to be a jackass by sending drunken e-mails to two of my bosses at three in the morning. I half expected to see a pink slip on my desk when I arrived early that morning, but rather, all I found was no will to live as I stared at a computer screen for nine hours of my day, contemplating suicide as a reprieve from the worst hangover of my life.
As I stumbled through the day, people greeted me with the standard salutation,"Hey man, I didn't think you of all people would make it into work today" or the just as common, "Kevin, I thought we left you for dead at the bar." The greetings reached a climax when my boss, who I rarely see and who didn't attend the party, came by my desk and said, "I hear you had a pretty good time last night. I hope you didn't bankrupt the company." Oh well, what they lost in dollars they easily made up for in employee moral.
All in all, it was a good night. I just hope I get invited back to the next company function.
posted by Kevin at
6:49 PM
