My head hurts.
I woke this morning with the worst hangover I've had in the past 4 years. I generally as a rule and due to the nature of my work, don't drink that much as I sort of need my brain to function properly most days.
That's not to say I don't enjoy getting toe up every now and then, for Christ's sake I used to be a bartender and those mother fucker's can drink. But the amount of drinking I did last night was a little ridiculous.
It was the (ad)agency where I work's 72nd birthday, it was fancy dress and the theme was Cops & Robbers. They stopped all work at 12:30pm and commenced shenanigans. Everyone was to grab a shot and a beer/wine/champagne and witness the final of the agency mini ping pong tournament (don't ask). And then 120 people where carted off by bus to The Sydney Justice and Police Museum, which is essentially a very old Court building with some spooky cells attached.
We arrived got finger printed and and we got locked in a cell with about 30 other people. What managed to alleviate my anxiety of the situation was that out of the 30 people in the very small cell, 4 of them where very sexy girls dressed in fitted police woman uniforms. I have never felt better about dressing like a felon(see attached photos).
We were then unlocked and let into the court area where we proceeded to dance (badly), drink(a lot) and be (a little too)merry.
We eventually ended up at the after party, where by this stage, as with most office parties, people started to get a little... well... naughty. As we arrived, the managing director put his card behind the bar and incredibly acts of drunkenness ensued.
Now, I'm scared of what I am likely to be accused of on Monday. I was actually very well behaved but still I did manage to get called a "cunt-tease" which is not something new to me. I dunno what I do to deserve this title?
But anyway, after I finally arose this afternoon, I felt I had been suitably punished for any "teasing" that I may (or may not) have participated in.
I woke this morning with the worst hangover I've had in the past 4 years. I generally as a rule and due to the nature of my work, don't drink that much as I sort of need my brain to function properly most days.
That's not to say I don't enjoy getting toe up every now and then, for Christ's sake I used to be a bartender and those mother fucker's can drink. But the amount of drinking I did last night was a little ridiculous.
It was the (ad)agency where I work's 72nd birthday, it was fancy dress and the theme was Cops & Robbers. They stopped all work at 12:30pm and commenced shenanigans. Everyone was to grab a shot and a beer/wine/champagne and witness the final of the agency mini ping pong tournament (don't ask). And then 120 people where carted off by bus to The Sydney Justice and Police Museum, which is essentially a very old Court building with some spooky cells attached.
We arrived got finger printed and and we got locked in a cell with about 30 other people. What managed to alleviate my anxiety of the situation was that out of the 30 people in the very small cell, 4 of them where very sexy girls dressed in fitted police woman uniforms. I have never felt better about dressing like a felon(see attached photos).
We were then unlocked and let into the court area where we proceeded to dance (badly), drink(a lot) and be (a little too)merry.
We eventually ended up at the after party, where by this stage, as with most office parties, people started to get a little... well... naughty. As we arrived, the managing director put his card behind the bar and incredibly acts of drunkenness ensued.
Now, I'm scared of what I am likely to be accused of on Monday. I was actually very well behaved but still I did manage to get called a "cunt-tease" which is not something new to me. I dunno what I do to deserve this title?
But anyway, after I finally arose this afternoon, I felt I had been suitably punished for any "teasing" that I may (or may not) have participated in.
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overall... I enjoyed it.