This week was a blur and I know that sounds like every week for me but that's only because I am a junkie and a part-time wino. I cannot believe that I went out every night this week. I felt like I barely touched my bed and remember occasionally, bathing. I confess that I have not seen Babyboo awake this whole week. When I get home, she is asleep, and when I leave in the morning, she is asleep and we have not been happier in our marriage.
I am not that important but I think that I am and so it's been a whirlwind of client dinners, fundraisers, random meetings, peer pressure and other excuses to go out. I am pretty easy. So as I look upon this week, I can pretty much pinpoint when everything was ruined: let's call it Monday. On Monday, I went out with a volleyball team made up of lawyers who have a fun co-ed team for which I am the mascot. The fun starts after our games as their company pays for drinks afterwards and I simply cannot turn anything like that down. "Don't mind if I do" is the story of my life.
What started out as one beer turned into Oktoberfest. Like a 'choose your own adventure' book, I chose poorly and saw an early night turn into something epic in a matter of seconds. These lawyers were nuts! First it was tequila, then it was bourbon, then Wild Turkey whiskey and then rinse and repeat (on a Monday!). Somehow a handful of us piled into a diner so loud and obnoxious and licked several greasy plates clean like our mamma's told us to. I don't remember much but I do remember some fool in our group ordering a seared tuna to satiate himself (who orders that at a grease joint while completely wrecked?).
The best part was that the next day, one of the lawyers emailed the group and said that he stumbled into the subway to go home and before he knew it, he had passed out and woke up at 2 in the morning on the L train (a train that goes back and forth, East to West, West to East from Brooklyn to Manhattan) going the wrong way. I think he was on it for... a long time.
So now, I am clinging onto the reality that the week is over like a child to his blankie. And I am waiting until lunch time because I have insider information that one of the groups at work is going to get a decent order of food. As usual, I will wait it out and look desperate and hungry until one of them has pity on me and passes over a steak sandwich. Usually though, the colleague who has pity on me is the other Asian guy adjacent to my group who (I think) secretly gives me food because he wants to make sure that I am the fatter Asian on the floor at all times. I understand my role.
I am not that important but I think that I am and so it's been a whirlwind of client dinners, fundraisers, random meetings, peer pressure and other excuses to go out. I am pretty easy. So as I look upon this week, I can pretty much pinpoint when everything was ruined: let's call it Monday. On Monday, I went out with a volleyball team made up of lawyers who have a fun co-ed team for which I am the mascot. The fun starts after our games as their company pays for drinks afterwards and I simply cannot turn anything like that down. "Don't mind if I do" is the story of my life.
What started out as one beer turned into Oktoberfest. Like a 'choose your own adventure' book, I chose poorly and saw an early night turn into something epic in a matter of seconds. These lawyers were nuts! First it was tequila, then it was bourbon, then Wild Turkey whiskey and then rinse and repeat (on a Monday!). Somehow a handful of us piled into a diner so loud and obnoxious and licked several greasy plates clean like our mamma's told us to. I don't remember much but I do remember some fool in our group ordering a seared tuna to satiate himself (who orders that at a grease joint while completely wrecked?).
The best part was that the next day, one of the lawyers emailed the group and said that he stumbled into the subway to go home and before he knew it, he had passed out and woke up at 2 in the morning on the L train (a train that goes back and forth, East to West, West to East from Brooklyn to Manhattan) going the wrong way. I think he was on it for... a long time.
So now, I am clinging onto the reality that the week is over like a child to his blankie. And I am waiting until lunch time because I have insider information that one of the groups at work is going to get a decent order of food. As usual, I will wait it out and look desperate and hungry until one of them has pity on me and passes over a steak sandwich. Usually though, the colleague who has pity on me is the other Asian guy adjacent to my group who (I think) secretly gives me food because he wants to make sure that I am the fatter Asian on the floor at all times. I understand my role.
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