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2004-08-17� �� 6:02 p.m. |
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Last night I got a slightly drunken phone call from a (formerly) Texas friend asking if I wanted to hang out with his work friends after their reception at the convention center. I was game, so he gave me the address of the bar/restaurant in Greek Town, and I met everyone up there. There were about ten of his coworkers, and they were all sufficiently smashed at this point. I was greeted warmly by all the fun-loving drunks, and his boss insisted that have some ouzo with her. I wasn�t going to turn away her offer, so I saddled up when the drinks arrived. I�ve had ouzo before. I know that it�s generally served with ice and sipped slowly because it�s yummy. However, this was served shot-style, and she was ready to go. When in Rome, heh? Before we gave it a bottoms-up, she raised her glass for a toast.
And then she promptly slammed her ouzo and let out some uproarious laughter. After my shot of ouzo and a little white wine that my friend�s boss� boss poured for me, we went to another bar near the hotel they�re staying in. Two Honkers pints later, we went to some jazz club. One Bell�s pint later, I noticed my friend had his head in his hands, so I escorted him back to his hotel lobby so I wouldn�t watch him puke on a bar�s floor. I felt fine, and I slept the sleep of the gods. This morning I drank the half bottle of water I always keep near my bed for occasions like these, and then got up, made my bed, and got ready for work. I�ve rationalized that if you miss work because of your drinking, that�s a problem. So whenever there�s weeknight recreation, I ensure there�s no slacking with work stuff. I arrived about 20 minutes earlier than I usually do. Go me!�
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