After coffee, water, a nap, Coke, a McMuffin and a burger from 5 Guys, I still feel like death. A Jameson commercial came on during lunch and I had to cover my ears and put my head down. I was made an example of by my boss. “Everyone look at Rachel. This is what happens when you mix your booze.” And mix I did. I no particular order, I drank:
-Punch with white wine in it
-A sip of Scotch that tasted like wood.
-Back to the gin thing.
-A sip of water.
So pretty much sugar, sugar, beer, beer, gross, sugar, sugar, sugar (OMG, just typing this is making me more nauseous) and had a solid dinner of french fries. That is the problem with business drunk. It also usually involves things one doesn’t usually drink. Never in a bajillion years would I order myself a lemon-lime cocktaily thing, I’d order my ass a beer, therefore business hangovers are 10 times worse than usual hangovers.
I also asked out the catering manager last night. He was damn cute and did everything I asked of him including but not limited to pulling an extra dozen rib sliders out of nowhere. Fairly certain I punched his number in wrong. Very likely considering his named was like this: REG4GGIE. Um, fail.
Getting home was super great too. I made the cab driver stop at an ATM, took the briefest of naps in the cab and then when we arrived at my home said, “oh shit! I don’t have any money!”. The cab driver reminded me I in fact did. My roommate then fished me off the porch while I was looking for my keys.
Seriously though, anyone know what time I got home last night?