Alcohol

A liquid diet tonight. We had our first "formal friday" at work. Instead of dressing in our regular jeans and t-shirts, we suited up. Our end-of-week programmer's meeting morphed into a corporate presentation, complete with a mystifying powerpoint presentation and a contest to see who could speak the phrase "going forward" the most often. Afterwards we headed off to a suit bar in the city, to mix with the lawyers and steal their women-folk. D. joined me there, and I fear that I had too much beer and vodka shots on an empty stomach. Dinner should have followed, but I was in no state to enjoy it, and I suffered all the way home. As I so often say in these situations, "never again"! And we've got a party to go to tomorrow. Oh, well...