You guys, my company has it in for me, and here’s how I know: Every single time I try to make a date, they plan an event involving drinks right before it. I have to think my managers’ puckish senses of humor are involved in this somehow. Last time, I turned up for my date about 2.5 sheets to the wind and 15 minutes late. So, so classy.
Anyway, I am going out this evening after work to wish a coworker goodbye and I am going to have one drink. Are you listening? ONE DRINK.
Sigh. I don’t believe me, either. The date’s with a musician, though, so that should be fine, right? Musicians love drunk girls.