Without any further delay...
It's nice to know that my fans are terribly inpatient. Without any further wait, I'll tell the story of my trip to Philadelphia. I had to go to Philly on Tuesday for a work related meeting. I am also in the middle of a five week training course about how to be a good manager that is on each Tuesday. Even though I had to miss the training on Tuesday for this trip, I lucked out since the same course was offered at the Philly office on Wednesday. Therefore, I had a night to kill in the city and a hotel room downtown.
Every time I go to Philly, I end the day with a happy hour at Tir Na Nog, which is a cool bar near the office. This time, I didn't have to leave at 7 for the airport. Coupled with the fact that the actuaries in Philly love to drink, one beer became three became five became "time to go to another bar". The crowd slowly dwindled through the evening, but my friend K-Lo and another friend of hers dragged me to a piano bar once we all got drunk. There was only one person at the piano bar before we got there, but apparently my two companions were regulars there and knew the bartender very well. The piano guy played songs for us and flirted with my friends (since they are both attractive). We all just hung out and had some interesting drunken conversations. Around midnight and after my sixth or seventh Yuengling, I was ready to crap out. I was feeling the effects of being up since 3:15AM that morning. When I indicated to the bartender at the piano bar that I didn't want another beer, my friends started giving me some shit. The bartender then poured me another beer and said that I had to "man up". I guess I failed since I made a very small dent in that beer. She gave me some shit for the rest of the night, but it was all in good fun. I liked that place a lot despite the fact that it was empty.
I can't say that I did anything stupid, though I am killing myself for a chance at great revenge with a mid-week drunk dial to Mouse. I even thought about it once I left the bar, but instead I fell asleep. Like I said, it was a long day. Next time I guess...
I got a whopping 6 hours of sleep before heading into the office for a hungover day of work on Wednesday. I can't remember the last time I showed up to work hungover. I didn't get back to Hartford until late last night since my flight back to CT was cancelled and I had to catch the later flight.
I'd be excited about having the day off tomorrow, but I'm going to spend a good part of the day writing "report cards" that are due soon. Tomorrow was a really bad day for me to take off, so I justified the ill-timed vacation day by promising to do a little work (after sleeping in, of course). At least I can write them at my own pace with some peace and quiet.
Every time I go to Philly, I end the day with a happy hour at Tir Na Nog, which is a cool bar near the office. This time, I didn't have to leave at 7 for the airport. Coupled with the fact that the actuaries in Philly love to drink, one beer became three became five became "time to go to another bar". The crowd slowly dwindled through the evening, but my friend K-Lo and another friend of hers dragged me to a piano bar once we all got drunk. There was only one person at the piano bar before we got there, but apparently my two companions were regulars there and knew the bartender very well. The piano guy played songs for us and flirted with my friends (since they are both attractive). We all just hung out and had some interesting drunken conversations. Around midnight and after my sixth or seventh Yuengling, I was ready to crap out. I was feeling the effects of being up since 3:15AM that morning. When I indicated to the bartender at the piano bar that I didn't want another beer, my friends started giving me some shit. The bartender then poured me another beer and said that I had to "man up". I guess I failed since I made a very small dent in that beer. She gave me some shit for the rest of the night, but it was all in good fun. I liked that place a lot despite the fact that it was empty.
I can't say that I did anything stupid, though I am killing myself for a chance at great revenge with a mid-week drunk dial to Mouse. I even thought about it once I left the bar, but instead I fell asleep. Like I said, it was a long day. Next time I guess...
I got a whopping 6 hours of sleep before heading into the office for a hungover day of work on Wednesday. I can't remember the last time I showed up to work hungover. I didn't get back to Hartford until late last night since my flight back to CT was cancelled and I had to catch the later flight.
I'd be excited about having the day off tomorrow, but I'm going to spend a good part of the day writing "report cards" that are due soon. Tomorrow was a really bad day for me to take off, so I justified the ill-timed vacation day by promising to do a little work (after sleeping in, of course). At least I can write them at my own pace with some peace and quiet.
posted by GaryGinew at 11:29 PM
1 Comments:
hahahahahaha! this is hilarious. But I have to agree with roopdogg (for once). Even *I* know that wasting Yuengling is a sin.
I TOTALLY wouldn't have been expecting a drunk dial, so you're right, you did miss a perfect opportunity.
But, um, hello? I think everyone's missing the true tragedy here... Lots of drinking, two attractive girls, and gary does nothing stupid? Come on! You have to work on your game, Gary. :)
totally unrelated: why are the word verification codes so fucking long?
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