End Party

Friday afternoon, or more than half the company has left for the day. This is not the norm. Staying past 7pm is the norm. No one dares leave before 6pm, but today is different. Today is the day after 6 hours of straight drinking for the majority of people who went out last night for our company off-site.

It started at a $3 Happy Hour. $3 draft beers were passed around like hot potatoes, and many new co-worker bonds were formed, and old ones strengthened. Lifting those heavy pints of beer so many times can get you hungry, and from there we moved on for grub. The company splits up now, each clique seeking their own form of nourishment, with one goal in sight: eat up, then go to the Google party. From here, the night gets interesting. I was not witness to most of the accounts I document here, but these were all whispered in one form or another this morning after.

• Drunkenly tossed pizza crusts at one co-worker caused a bit of friction, and another co-worker had to step in to break up the pizza parlor parley prior to parrying punches.
• A cab ride interrupted three times so my co-worker could leave his alcoholic load on the pavement.
• Someone I don't know, but a friend of one of my-coworkers, pressed tongues with a stranger at the Google party.

I am proud to say I was personally not a part of any of the aforementioned events, and I was so well behaved, no one will be writing about me in their blog. From what I can remember that is.