Coworkers on Parade

Last night was another fun event with my coworkers!  This time, thankfully, it started at a reasonable hour.  (Click here to read about the last time I went out with these folks.)  It was the boss' birthday, and everyone was geared up to make a night of it.


We started out at The Pilot in Yorkville around 5:30pm.  Drinks and appetizers were served -- I stuck to drinking diet coke for a while because I really can't handle my liquor, and I wanted everyone else to get a good head start.  The Pilot has a rooftop patio, which would have been amazing on a less sticky and humid day.  (As usual, I left the house with fantastic hair and makeup only to arrive at my destination completely soaked.  What's that expression?  'Girls don't perspire, they glow'?  Oh I was glowing alright.)


The funny thing about my coworkers is that after you get a few drinks in them, all propriety goes out the window.  (Interestingly, it's usually the HR gal that riles it all up.)  For some reason they were completely fixated on my breasts last night, and the resulting pictures are truly horrendous.  (There's an especially dirty one of me holding a beer with my cleavage while Deb pretends to mouth the bottle.  Oh Lawdy, I hope that one doesn't end up on Facebook.)


Anyway, I did eventually start drinking.  I ordered a glass of wine, trying to be classy, but that didn't last long.  A bunch of us had a drink called a grenade -- a shot of tequila, quickly chased with a shot of Jägermeister dropped into a glass of Red Bull.  It was truly disgusting.  I followed it with 3 glasses of water. Then I discovered Long Island iced tea, which went down MUCH too easily.

Next stop on our Party Parade was the gay village.  We stayed at Boutique Bar quite a while, where many a tequila shot was had.  Lots of martinis were floating around as well, and I think I had a taste of everyone's.  Unfortunately this is where my adventures ended, because I began to feel exceedingly dizzy.  I had a built-in wrangler for the evening because Adam (coworker from out of town) was staying at my place again.  He was nice enough to leave the party early to make sure I got home in one piece.  I nearly didn't though -- when getting in the cab I tried to skootch over for him and somehow got my legs caught in my skirt, which put me flat on my stomach in the back seat with my legs hanging out the door.  I'm SO glad no one saw that.  (You know, aside from Adam, who nearly peed his pants laughing.)


There's one thing that happened last night that's kind of bugging me.  As I was leaving with Adam, some bitchy gay dude said to me, "Better hurry sweetie, before he changes his mind."  I mean -- excuse me??  Like only a guy with serious beer goggles would take me home?  Adam is a pretty good-looking kid, but not exactly out of my league.  I had no reaction last night, but thinking back now, I really wish I'd told that bitch off.


So other than that one thing, the night was really, really fun.  But I'm kind of mad at myself for not pacing my drinks better.  The rest of the gang were heading to Woody's next, and I really wanted to go!  I'll have to remember to drink more water the next time we're out together.  I'm already looking forward to the next company birthday bash!


PS -- You don't even want to know how many Weight Watchers points I drank down last night.  Today I'm basically stuck eating carrots.  Ugh.