Last Thursday's Happy Hour
So welcome to the new Blog. This I believe is my third attempt at keeping up with my regular writing. i have journals and write on scrapes of paper here and there, but my specialty has always been e-mails. I like the direct response. There are some wonderful e-mails out there written by yours truly. I should start writing letters and sending them out to random people. It'd be art in mail. I once read about artist who decorated envelops with their art and sent them out to random people. Sometimes the postman would like it so much, they would keep it for themselves (federal offense, I believe). Anyway, as a deviation from the drama in my life, I give you a much requested story of a certain company happy hour.
Everytime someone leaves the firm, we throw them an Irish funeral. Basically a going away party that involves lots of alcohol. Last Thursday it was for JS who is leaving the firm to attend law school at GW. She's a sweetheart. She's like my older sister, showing me the ropes of the job, offering me adivce on everything from work, life, careers and girls. So it was sad to see her go, but we are all happy for her.
It started off easily with vodka tonics, beers, and the whole appetizer menu @ Old Ebbit..great oysters, crab dip and shrimp cocktail and a great place to eat BTW. The whole office is there. J's roommate is there as well as some former Firm paralegals. It gets to be about 10pm and the hardcore drinkers are still there. I think I had Macullen 12 on the rocks and a few more Grey Goose tonics. And then someone gets the grand idea of taking shots. So we do shots. J looks over at me and says,"OMG, that is not suppose to be happening." I look over and there is Attorney M hooking up with intern M, who also happens to be a daughter of one of our clients. Like the bad angel on your shoulder, I'm so egging on the action. J is freaking out. Intern M also has a boyfriend. I love the drama. J is calling another attorney who may still be at the office to ask for advice. I'm busy talking to J's roommate and yelling "Go Attorney M." Who cares, right? I think the night ended at 1am after another shot of Soco and Lime.
Next morning, everyone is hung over. Attorney M is in Attorney C's office, who also happens to be the sexual harrassment coordinator, talking about something intense (I wonder what). Intern M is talking to me and claims blackout, mind you, I never said anything about the incident at the bar. I figure why be the jerk. While she claims black out at the bar, she also described the whole cab ride home and how the driver got lost. The whole time I'm thinking, you have a very selective memory. The best part of that morning was looking into Attorney M's eyes when he walked into my office and both acknowledging what he had done without ever talking about it, but as guilty as he feels, there was a glimmer of "yeah, I'm the shit" in his eyes. Last time we had happy hour at Old Ebbit, Attorney M took me to Camelot with another Attorney. We had to cut off Attorney at the strip club. He was wasted.
Everytime someone leaves the firm, we throw them an Irish funeral. Basically a going away party that involves lots of alcohol. Last Thursday it was for JS who is leaving the firm to attend law school at GW. She's a sweetheart. She's like my older sister, showing me the ropes of the job, offering me adivce on everything from work, life, careers and girls. So it was sad to see her go, but we are all happy for her.
It started off easily with vodka tonics, beers, and the whole appetizer menu @ Old Ebbit..great oysters, crab dip and shrimp cocktail and a great place to eat BTW. The whole office is there. J's roommate is there as well as some former Firm paralegals. It gets to be about 10pm and the hardcore drinkers are still there. I think I had Macullen 12 on the rocks and a few more Grey Goose tonics. And then someone gets the grand idea of taking shots. So we do shots. J looks over at me and says,"OMG, that is not suppose to be happening." I look over and there is Attorney M hooking up with intern M, who also happens to be a daughter of one of our clients. Like the bad angel on your shoulder, I'm so egging on the action. J is freaking out. Intern M also has a boyfriend. I love the drama. J is calling another attorney who may still be at the office to ask for advice. I'm busy talking to J's roommate and yelling "Go Attorney M." Who cares, right? I think the night ended at 1am after another shot of Soco and Lime.
Next morning, everyone is hung over. Attorney M is in Attorney C's office, who also happens to be the sexual harrassment coordinator, talking about something intense (I wonder what). Intern M is talking to me and claims blackout, mind you, I never said anything about the incident at the bar. I figure why be the jerk. While she claims black out at the bar, she also described the whole cab ride home and how the driver got lost. The whole time I'm thinking, you have a very selective memory. The best part of that morning was looking into Attorney M's eyes when he walked into my office and both acknowledging what he had done without ever talking about it, but as guilty as he feels, there was a glimmer of "yeah, I'm the shit" in his eyes. Last time we had happy hour at Old Ebbit, Attorney M took me to Camelot with another Attorney. We had to cut off Attorney at the strip club. He was wasted.
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