It was purdy. First a cocktail hour with tons of fancy apps, including of course mountains of shrimp cocktail. The little chum-eating buggers always impress people. But me, I only had eyes for the top shelf vodka to have myself a gimlet or two.
Tossed back a couple of drinks, bumped into a couple people from the mighty bird, had some delightful conversation. Totally glad
Hmmm, I think maybe often I already do.
Anyhoo, also bumped into my old boss. Who was very distracted and didn't get much more than a hello out there. But she was always like that, single-minded, so it was cool. I figured she had another place she felt she needed to be.
Then the dinner. My company had bought a whole table, so there were nine of us. If my head honcho knows anything, he knows how to assemble some fun people. They were all totally a blast.
Not to forget of course the white wine accompanying the salad, and the red wine coupled with the lamb chops...
Finally, the dancing. Oh, the dancing. Our table was rockin the house. It was sweet.
Later on I got to meet the ex-boss' husband, which was cool. Again all small talk, but really after twelve hours of debriefing before I left the last gig what more could there be to say?
The party was over abruptly at ten due to the arrival of our car service home. But see, I had another plan.
We met up. Pints were consumed. As were shots.
I remember telling every guy I met to look at my cleavage, that it was okay as I am proud of my boobage. I also remember asking to get sprayed down by the soda gun and the bartender complying.
I don't recall much of what Thighs and I spoke about. I also don't recall why I got a card from this guy
Last thing I remember for sure? Home at 3:30 am. Thursday night/Friday morning. Just to get up and go to work the next in a few short hours.
Oh my liver. My poor, poor liver.