DAY 88: The Busiest Night Of The Year.

Tonight was the night that my liver has been dreading all month. It was the night of my holiday work party. And if that wasn’t reason enough to get trashed, I also had an improv show and Jeannie’s mistletoe party this evening as well.

1. HOLIDAY WORK PARTY.
Ah, the miracle of alcohol. For one night, and one night only, I am able to get sloshed and honestly believe that I like all of my co-workers. (Well, except for the two that I refuse to speak to unless it is work related and I have no choice.) This year’s party was much tamer than last year’s. (Of course, I had to leave early, so I’m sure I missed out on some juicy drama.) But even so, last year, not two hours into our party and someone was already passed out in the bathroom. This year, people were much more well behaved. That’s probably because we didn’t start off the night with tequila shots. We did however have an open bar from 6-10, which I took full advantage of. I had a shot of Jagger, a glass of Shiraz, and I’m guessing 6 G&T’s, but I lost count somewhere along my drunken way. At 9:30, upon departing, I was hugging and kissing my co-workers good-bye… a sure sign that I had too much to drink. I got on the L train and made my way over to the East Village. This year, I was thankfully sober enough to stay conscious on the subway. Last year I woke up at the last stop in Canarsie at 3:30 in the morning.

2. IMPROV SHOW.
Sometimes, I clearly don’t know when enough is enough. Normally when I do a show I like to partake in a little pre-show drinking. It’s sort of like a warm-up, to loosen me up a bit. Blocking out how drunk I already was, I decided to split a six-pack of Stella with Beta. Our show actually went pretty well and I don’t think I slurred any of my words. But I will have to confirm that with my teammates the next time I see them. It’s all still a little fuzzy to me.

3. JEANNE’S MISTELTOE PARTY.


Sometimes, I do know when enough is enough. The non-alcoholic part of my brain took control and didn’t allow myself to drink anything at Jeannie’s party. (In retrospect, I probably should have had some water, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.) Instead of drinking, I just played the tamborine to keep myself awake. Thankfully, I didn’t end up like this lesbian did:

Yes, I know it’s bitchy. But I’m sorry, if anyone falls asleep at a party, I’m gonna take pictures.