i don’t even know where to begin…everything is all mushed up in my headmeats. so let’s start with the good stuff, k? namely, i am totally unbelievably happy that i have my job. i love my job, i love the people at my job, i love doing my job, i love going to it…i love it. ghey, right? i can’t help it, it’s so awesome and all the awesome things that are happening in my life right now are because of my job.
we had another dinner last night. work dinners are always awesome and totally funtimes. which is so silly, because normally work functions just aren’t that great…or something one would avoid.
but work dinners are always totally luxe, totally unbelievably delicious, and totally fun. open bar & awesome food. last night, we went to grill 23…which, a few have been to but i had not. it was…swanky. and most likely something i will never see again without the benefit of my job. god bless the company tab, and bless it so hard. regardless, mad props to a place full of delicious meat. and the meat was…delicious. so much meat!!
tiny amusement of the evening involved a robin williams sighting. i know it’s boston and all, and people do see celebrities here a lot — no where near as much as in LA or NYC — but it was a bit amusing. i’ve only seen a few celebrities up close and they’ve mainly been musicians. i’ve only met a few, myself. as in, actually talked to and stuff. but i didn’t get too excited over robin williams. i will admit, however, to liking mork & mindy when i was like 5.
stupid youth.
the rest of the evening involved much delicious scotch. i’m such a scotch whore…in that, i’ll pretty much do anything for the deliciousness. and i tried port for the first time ever. the vote’s still out on that one, though…i’m not sure. maybe i shouldn’t have followed the scotch so quickly with it. it’s a very, very sweet drink. i wasn’t prepared, really.
afterwards, we frolicked off to a swanky (read: boring ass lame) bar next to the grill. jurys, i think it was called. it was stuffy, bad lighting, crappy design (hello 80s, yo), and full of old people. old, stuffy people. and then A got kicked out for topping off beers at the bar. which was, totally hilarious. mr. smooth tried winning over the bouncers and bartenders by offering to pay double our tab, but even they would not bow down to the slick welsh accent. wankers.
then K, A, B, O & Silly Little Jew and i all ended up at clearys at way to freaking late. and while the whole time i though the bouncer had beef with me, it turned out he was just eyeing my zim bag because he’s totally like, COMPLETELY INTO CARTOONS!
quoth the bouncer: cartoons are my life!!!
um…indeed.
