Hey Ref? You Suck!
Last night was the annual summer intern party. Basically, this is the night where the summer interns throw a big elaborate party for the full-timers at work. This year's party theme was a 'Soccer Ball'. Everyone was asked to come dressed in soccer related attire in honor of the 2006 World Cup.
I didn't really have any soccer gear other than the jersey of my indoor soccer team, so I wore my red 'Shenanigans' jersey.
I wasn't planning to drink, so I offered to drive a car full of people over there. After a few minutes of enduring some random intern trash-talk, I was wishing that I had not volunteered to DD for the second night in a row this weekend. Thankfully, RoopDogg switched 'roles' with me and offered to drive my car home from the party.
Anyway, back to my story. One of the interns was wearing his soccer ref outfit (since he once reffed youth soccer games). At one point in the evening during a beer pong game, one of the interns bumped into the table and the legs gave way and collapsed, spilling a lot of beer. The guy in the ref jersey ran across the room and showed the offended a red card for his vicious offense and sent him out of the party. Maybe it's just me, but I was laughing hysterically at the send-off by the party ref.
Knowing that I am constantly a target for abuse anywhere I go, I should have realized that there was a scheme in place all night to have the ref send me off. Unfortunately, their plan worked to perfection. Late in the evening, some of the interns surrounded me and started dancing. Of course, when several lovely ladies start dancing with me, I have to start dancing as well. Out of nowhere, I hear a loud, shrieking whistle. I see the soccer ref running towards me. He pulls the red card out and kicks me out of the party for 'bad dancing'. I should have head-butted the referee before walking away. I must admit that the plan was quite funny and well executed, even if it was at my expense. However, I take offense at the 'bad dancing' accusation. I've shown solid improvement over the past couple years!!!
I called Mouse a few times late in the evening. However, she was avoiding my calls. Then she criticizes me on this blog late last night. Boo urns.
I didn't really have any soccer gear other than the jersey of my indoor soccer team, so I wore my red 'Shenanigans' jersey.
I wasn't planning to drink, so I offered to drive a car full of people over there. After a few minutes of enduring some random intern trash-talk, I was wishing that I had not volunteered to DD for the second night in a row this weekend. Thankfully, RoopDogg switched 'roles' with me and offered to drive my car home from the party.
Anyway, back to my story. One of the interns was wearing his soccer ref outfit (since he once reffed youth soccer games). At one point in the evening during a beer pong game, one of the interns bumped into the table and the legs gave way and collapsed, spilling a lot of beer. The guy in the ref jersey ran across the room and showed the offended a red card for his vicious offense and sent him out of the party. Maybe it's just me, but I was laughing hysterically at the send-off by the party ref.
Knowing that I am constantly a target for abuse anywhere I go, I should have realized that there was a scheme in place all night to have the ref send me off. Unfortunately, their plan worked to perfection. Late in the evening, some of the interns surrounded me and started dancing. Of course, when several lovely ladies start dancing with me, I have to start dancing as well. Out of nowhere, I hear a loud, shrieking whistle. I see the soccer ref running towards me. He pulls the red card out and kicks me out of the party for 'bad dancing'. I should have head-butted the referee before walking away. I must admit that the plan was quite funny and well executed, even if it was at my expense. However, I take offense at the 'bad dancing' accusation. I've shown solid improvement over the past couple years!!!
I called Mouse a few times late in the evening. However, she was avoiding my calls. Then she criticizes me on this blog late last night. Boo urns.
posted by GaryGinew at 11:24 AM
2 Comments:
dude. I called you back early in the evening when we were switching bars and you didn't pick up. I can't help it that we decided to go to the Post and I was consequently stuck in some guy's vice grip for the rest of the night. give me a break.
I completely forgot the new "no giving your real name out to men at the bar" rule. but, we did abide by the "no accepting rides home from strange men" rule for once, so I guess it's an improvement.
Well, I was on my way over to make fun of you for calling Mouse ugly, but if she wouldn't take your calls--all bets are off.
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