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I bid $250. It went for $450. Somewhere among the bidding and my more than 1 glass of wine, I came to my senses.
Lots of good business talk.
Lots of good appetizers.
A call from Cel at one point. Because I spammed her work voice mail today.
I came back to work to work. But I'm having so much trouble typing that I think I need to go home.
Every year man. Every year.
At least this time I didn't actually win anything I didn't need. Like the four bottles of wine.
I really would have liked the i-pod, though.
EDIT: Also. Definitely a cab home. Cab = good. Subway = not good. And I'm not drunk. I'm pleasantly buzzed. But that's not a mood icon.
Lots of good business talk.
Lots of good appetizers.
A call from Cel at one point. Because I spammed her work voice mail today.
I came back to work to work. But I'm having so much trouble typing that I think I need to go home.
Every year man. Every year.
At least this time I didn't actually win anything I didn't need. Like the four bottles of wine.
I really would have liked the i-pod, though.
EDIT: Also. Definitely a cab home. Cab = good. Subway = not good. And I'm not drunk. I'm pleasantly buzzed. But that's not a mood icon.
