Don't Drink Where You Work.....

Holy balls I have a Saturday off?! That was my thought going into this past week where I promptly decided to round up the troops and go out for some much needed cocktails. I kept it slightly open due to possibly needing to work for someone on that Saturday. As luck would have it no one needed off and I was able to partake in the party. My oldest little brother decided he was going to join Big Sis and drink in our great city of Chicago with us. I had been planning this out with Dragonmaster (first mistake) as to what we would be doing.

Saturday rolled around and I was suppose to go to a meeting for my sorority and couldnt make it due to one of my lovely migraines. I luckily had is disappear within the time to go out and got ready swiftly to go to the city. I arrived at Dragonmaster's apartment around 9ish and we sat down to find out someone was already a bit shmamered. She offered us Jamo because why not start your night off with a shot of Jameson? We took it down like champs and sat around trying to figure out where to go. Do we branch out of our bubble and go somewhere unknown and unheard of, such as a bar on Clark street, or do we go to the old stand by which is a bar I can no longer name in this blog but we all work at. Of course Adam had never been to our bar so we decided to give him the full experience. We start to head out and I leave my stuff in my car because well last time my dear friend left and almost was stranded (refer to the fourth of July blog for further details.)

We arrive and are still sober, so I start a tab and order us a round of drinks. Not long after my cousin shows up and starts drinking with me. We take Car Bombs, why not, adn slam some drinks. The bar starts to fill up and my cousin and his friends head to the back. I convince them all they need to use the waitress and tip her a million dollars, which I sincerely hope they did. So I make my way to the front again and Dragonmaster is bombed, I am talking can't understand what she is saying, kinda fallin over bombed. She also has on a dress with heels, this will come in to play for the story in a bit. As we get our drink on a bit more we decide we want to get on the bar and pour shots. We jump up there and she is handed a bottle of shots and I am handed champagne. I love champagne so this is the worst thing they could have given me, I am pretty sure I chug more than I gave out, sorry guys. Dragonmaster is putting on a show with her dress and heels and everyone is afraid she will fall. So we get down and stand in the stairwell. My brother is sitting there shaking his head glad that I was the one who put on the show instead of him as usual. He basically said yup this is my sister and this is what I have to live with. They may have not helped my case in having him live with me in the city.

More shots are flowing and my cousin apparently left us. This is a good thing as he did not to my knowledge get kicked out of the bar per usual. Dynamite continues to play over and over and I am fist pumping with the best of them. The night gets a bit fuzzy from here, apparently we were pinching our fellow employees butts and causing a ruackous. Dancing in the stairwell, singing, having a good time. I may have pet people here and there. I am know I understood everythign that was being said between myself and Dragonmaster however I am sure to all of the bystanders it sounded something along the lines of bjkahshdsahkasdhsahdaslkdhsa.

The night ends and we decide to go to Tais. At this point it is the original 3 and Muffy. We hop in a cab and pull into Tais and realize that we can no longer speak or stand and need to go home. So we head back to her place and there someone orders pizza and pays for it. Not sure where it came from or how it came there but it did. I don't know what was talked about but I remember lying on the couch and having tons of blankets thrown on us and passing out.

I awoke to the phone texts going off and Cowboy Casanova asking how we were. Apparently we were a shit show but everyone said we looked like we were having fun. I drove home to get ready to go back to work that night and got a text saying Dragonmaster lost her phone. Now I swear to you that I had it in my purse and handed it over to her at her apartment. Again the night is fuzzy so I am not sure why I thought this. It turns out the cab driver called the number stored in there for an if found please call this number. It was returned to her at midnight but this nice cabbie!

I did not want to walk into work because I did not want to hear how drunk we all were, luckily I think I was more sober than my little Dragonmaster, so I got off easy! I will not be drinking like that at my place of business again, or at least for awhile because I am sure that my show was more than enough for everyone for at least a month. I am still hurting 2 days later and have nothing to show but some bruises, scratch marks (not sure where those are from) and a bruised ego.