Thank Beer It's Friday

Friday, February 2, 2007

It's possible, just possible, that I had more to drink at lunch than I should have.

When I started my job here, however long ago it was I started here (too tipsy to figure it out), I replace two employees. One of the guys came back and manages another department for us. The other one moved to Switzerland to be some kind of gigolo or something. Or maybe he was running from the law. Something like that. Am I rambling yet? I feel like I'm rambling. Also, I think I may be typing loudly.

Having worked as a contractor for the company for a while before my full-time gig, I had spent some time with these guys and had gotten to like them pretty well. Switzerland guy has been in town on a visit for a couple weeks and did some contract work for us while he's been here. Tomorrow he leaves for Europe again.

Today, the three of us went for lunch (read beer). After bringing the pitcher for the table, as we ordered, the waitress checked ID. God bless her silly pigtails.

A brief tangent... The waitress was hot, we all agreed. A great body with large, firm tits, and a killer kaboose. Plus the braided pigtails. But then her face. Hmm. At one point it was decided that we would need her to lift her shirt up over her head to cover her face. Then she would be hot.

Mr. Switzerland and I each showed our ID. Other guy didn't have his. Ms. Pigtails set down the pitcher and two glasses.

Do the math. 1P / 2G = 2(drunk 2 work).

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