Beer and Boobs

You know some of the best advice out there is to not over-do it at a company party. I have went against this advice over and over again, year after year. MKH's company throws a huge party every year, complete with open bar (of course). Friday was this annual Christmas party. This party starts at noon and I have been known to arrive precisely then and drink until closing at seven. This year I was wiser and didn't show up until 4:00. It didn't make a difference, as you will find out shortly. It was an awesome time, seeing old co-workers (MKH works for the same company I just left) and friends. We closed down the place and decided (against my better-albeit impaired-judgment)to hit a bar. Smart move. Okay-we're mature adults, right? We can handle just "a couple more." No. I knew I couldn't. I caved to the peer pressure. The bar was crowded but at least it wasn't smokey (yeah smoking ban!). I was forced a couple more drinks and I felt myself slipping into oblivion.

Side note: I should mention that I haven't had more than a beer or two since getting pregnant with Mady-Lou (over a year ago).

After around the 20th screwdriver and 5th beer, I vaguely remember breaking up a bar fight, getting kissed from a ex co-worker and going to a strip club. I have now seen sides of my friends that I have never seen before. My eyes are still bleeding. I'm not exactly the strip club type but hey, who says soccer moms are uncool?

I definitely DID NOT over-do it this year, right?

Now I better sober up and get my Christmas shopping done-only 10 days to go. Yikes!