So I was just sharing my story about last night with Elisa and I thought maybe you guys would want to hear this too:
So I went out last night with some folks from my office. A designer, Libor, is leaving and moving back to the Czech Rep., so we all went for dinner and drinks to say farewell. I'll get back to this in a second.
Over here, they have a million sayings for drinking and rain the way Eskimos have a million sayings for snow. For example, sometimes you just go out on the town, sometimes you go out on the tear or the piss which is crazier. You can come home locked, twisted, hammered, shattered, and those all mean the same thing, drunk. You can go for a few or you can go for a session, meaning you really make a night of it. And then sometimes you end up having a messy session, and this is one of those nights that you look back on the next day and think, "um, that got out of hand." Its like when you swear you'll just stay for a couple because you have an 8am meeting and the next thing you know you're in a cow field with a bottle of beer and the sun's rising and you're singing drinking songs to the livestock. That's a messy session. It's when you get into the really good drunk fights with your friends, or come on to your boss's husband, or devulge to your Venitian friend that you secretly hate Italians. Them's the messy sessions! One guy I knew got messy one night and woke up layed out in the middle of a roundabout in his suit with an empty bottle of wine in his hand. He stood up, put the bottle in a garbage can, and walked to work! Another guy I know woke up naked in a field with mysterious pink fluffy slippers on, 10 miles from home. He suspects he took his clothes off becuase he pooped himself. I couldn't make this up if I tried.
Getting back to last night, yeah last night was messy. I drank a half bottle of wine through a straw. On a Wednesday. I did swing dancing on the dance floor to Usher. My right hand is black and blue and won't open all the way and I don't know why. I got into work at 10:30. And I was one of the good ones! This office looks like a battlefield today. There is a water bottle on everyone's desk and someone just came around with asprin. Some people aren't making eye contact. LOL, man did that get out of hand last night! You'd think people would learn. And I mean, I'm not going to take these habits home with me, but I'm here, and they drink, and it's part of the culture it just is--live here and you'll know what I mean. I'm just soaking in the culture for a bit, just when-in-Rome-ing it.
So between you and me, I'll let you in on a little secret: it's 11:30am right now and I'm sitting at my desk with a giant bottle of water and a piece of bread and I can honestly say I'm not even hungover...
...I'm just still drunk. LOL, have a good Thursday!
So I went out last night with some folks from my office. A designer, Libor, is leaving and moving back to the Czech Rep., so we all went for dinner and drinks to say farewell. I'll get back to this in a second.
Over here, they have a million sayings for drinking and rain the way Eskimos have a million sayings for snow. For example, sometimes you just go out on the town, sometimes you go out on the tear or the piss which is crazier. You can come home locked, twisted, hammered, shattered, and those all mean the same thing, drunk. You can go for a few or you can go for a session, meaning you really make a night of it. And then sometimes you end up having a messy session, and this is one of those nights that you look back on the next day and think, "um, that got out of hand." Its like when you swear you'll just stay for a couple because you have an 8am meeting and the next thing you know you're in a cow field with a bottle of beer and the sun's rising and you're singing drinking songs to the livestock. That's a messy session. It's when you get into the really good drunk fights with your friends, or come on to your boss's husband, or devulge to your Venitian friend that you secretly hate Italians. Them's the messy sessions! One guy I knew got messy one night and woke up layed out in the middle of a roundabout in his suit with an empty bottle of wine in his hand. He stood up, put the bottle in a garbage can, and walked to work! Another guy I know woke up naked in a field with mysterious pink fluffy slippers on, 10 miles from home. He suspects he took his clothes off becuase he pooped himself. I couldn't make this up if I tried.
Getting back to last night, yeah last night was messy. I drank a half bottle of wine through a straw. On a Wednesday. I did swing dancing on the dance floor to Usher. My right hand is black and blue and won't open all the way and I don't know why. I got into work at 10:30. And I was one of the good ones! This office looks like a battlefield today. There is a water bottle on everyone's desk and someone just came around with asprin. Some people aren't making eye contact. LOL, man did that get out of hand last night! You'd think people would learn. And I mean, I'm not going to take these habits home with me, but I'm here, and they drink, and it's part of the culture it just is--live here and you'll know what I mean. I'm just soaking in the culture for a bit, just when-in-Rome-ing it.
So between you and me, I'll let you in on a little secret: it's 11:30am right now and I'm sitting at my desk with a giant bottle of water and a piece of bread and I can honestly say I'm not even hungover...
...I'm just still drunk. LOL, have a good Thursday!
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