Well, I'm feeling a little rough this morning. Yesterday a coworker and friend of mine, John, had his last day at a 9 to 5 grind job. He's bought a business of his own. So to send him off in grand style we all gathered and drank like fish. He of course out paced us all. John isn't really a world class drinker, but when you get him started he's like a freight train.
Being that it was a Friday and we work at a place that's just trying to look and act cool, we all took off a little after noon and started in. At about 5:30 I think we'd gone through three waitresses two bar tabs and about all of our welcome. We decided that in order to keep our good standing at this particular establishment it was time to leave. We adjourned to someone's house and continued to drink. Stu our gracious host suggested that we should retire to the basement and continue the festivities with a little poker. That went on, with breaks for food, bathroom, and shooting the breeze, until about 1 this morning. At that point we took a jaunt over to the brooksider. This place is amazing.
Having been a total nerd for all of my life I haven't hung around in bars that much, and especially not one like the brooksider. I would venture a guess that I was probably one of the oldest people in there, and if it had been raided by the police there would be a lot of under age drinkers. When I say that it is amazing I mean that I've never seen so many people dressed so similarly. All of the guys were wearing the standard frat boy attire, and the girls were wearning their least slutty, slutty outfit.
At about 2 or 2:30 they closed the brooksider, and we took a cab back to Stu's place, and shot the breeze for another couple of hours. Eventually,I headed home, and must have gotten to bed at about 4:30 this morning. Once again I appear to be cursed with the insistent biological clock that will not allow me to sleep past about 8:30 in the morning. So here I sit at 9:00 in the morning on a Saturday, with four hours of sleep, and completely not tired.