Drunk Off Power

And if you want to substitute power for ‘alcohol’ that would be a better assessment of me today. It’s about 10:30 in the morning and I still have a buzz going. Did I mention that I’m in charge of a $6 million a year project today? Everyone else is out and they left ol’ drunkie in charge. At least I haven’t thrown up yet. That’s a positive.
So how did I get in this precarious situation? I left the office at 4:30 to go to happy hour. Wait, not happy hour exactly. I met up with the Stan Man and Em to go to Stan Man’s apartment to pregame happy hour. The three of us have decided that we spend too much money at happy hours if we show up sober, so we showed some fiscal responsibility by having 4 shots of tequila and a few beers before going out. We went to the said happy hour which had karaoke. I was adamant about singing Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab.” Unfortunately, they did not have this is their play list. I was disappointed and some expletives may have been thrown out by me. We left the bar around 9 and figured that since the night was young, we’d go back to Stan’s place drink some more beers. Never being one to argue that sound logic, I countered that we were out of beers and needed to pick some up. We went back, did more shots and watched Super Troopers. I estimate I fell asleep at around midnight on Stan’s couch. (Remember that part earlier about not throwing up at work yet. Scratch that. Just had to take a break to go puke up Mountain Dew and water.)
I came in this morning wearing Stan’s shirt (a size too big for me) and the same everything else as yesterday. I was told that I “look rough” when I got in this morning (while I had my shirt and tie from yesterday in my hand) and people have moved away from me on the elevator because apparently I reek of booze. And I’m in charge today. Lovely.