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Am I really hungover? Again?
I don’t know if I even thought it possible after the night I had on Monday but somehow I rallied.
Last night I had to represent my company at a swanky little silent auction. It was a big industry event and, of course, open bar. I tried to resist, considering I was still hung over and hurting from the evening out with the firemen but I think the Stoli was sending me subliminal messages, luring me to the bar.
Once the auction ended, I somehow found myself at a bar with four men who also work in the industry. One was my ex-boyfriend. Another was a yummy treat who I’ll call B.
What did I learn?
- It is very easy to make three business arrangements when everyone is loaded.
- I am loose with my pen at silent auctions. (I placed eight, yes eight, bids.)
- It sucks to pay $40 for a stack of 10 crappy coffee table books which I then had to lug around with me. But that’s what happens when you bid while you’re drunk.
- Sometimes silent auctions only take checks or and AmEx card. When you don’t have either, it’s helpful to be able to call your step-father and tell him you need his AmEx number and expiration date now.
- When you call your step-father, drunk as a skunk, demanding his AmEx number, your mother is likely to get very worried and call your cell phone in a panic.
- Four men are incredibly useful when you need help carrying 50 pounds of coffee table books around NYC.
- It is impossible to flirt with a yummy treat named B. when your ex-boyfriend is hovering.
- My ex-boyfriend can be an idiot.
- Being hung over two days in a row makes work a challenge.
- Sometimes I love being young and single in NYC.
I think Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha agree.
Last night I had to represent my company at a swanky little silent auction. It was a big industry event and, of course, open bar. I tried to resist, considering I was still hung over and hurting from the evening out with the firemen but I think the Stoli was sending me subliminal messages, luring me to the bar.
Once the auction ended, I somehow found myself at a bar with four men who also work in the industry. One was my ex-boyfriend. Another was a yummy treat who I’ll call B.
What did I learn?
- It is very easy to make three business arrangements when everyone is loaded.
- I am loose with my pen at silent auctions. (I placed eight, yes eight, bids.)
- It sucks to pay $40 for a stack of 10 crappy coffee table books which I then had to lug around with me. But that’s what happens when you bid while you’re drunk.
- Sometimes silent auctions only take checks or and AmEx card. When you don’t have either, it’s helpful to be able to call your step-father and tell him you need his AmEx number and expiration date now.
- When you call your step-father, drunk as a skunk, demanding his AmEx number, your mother is likely to get very worried and call your cell phone in a panic.
- Four men are incredibly useful when you need help carrying 50 pounds of coffee table books around NYC.
- It is impossible to flirt with a yummy treat named B. when your ex-boyfriend is hovering.
- My ex-boyfriend can be an idiot.
- Being hung over two days in a row makes work a challenge.
- Sometimes I love being young and single in NYC.
I think Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha agree.