Thursday, May 28, 2009
4 p.m. hangovers = The Best
Today was my company picnic, which anyone who reads this snarky excuse for a blog knows means one thing, and one thing only: ALCOHOL. If there was no alcohol, no one would come to the picnic, or if we did, we would simply eat our "barbecue," (a term I use loosely in this instance) and then leave.
We'd received various emails letting us know how fun the picnic was going to be. Fun = let's start drinking at 11 a.m. So we did. Some people played sports. I watched and gossiped. It was a welcome break from what I normally do at 2 p.m. on a weekday. The downside to starting to drink at 11 a.m. is that by 3 p.m. I had a gnarly headache. By 4:30 p.m. I'd gotten home, popped a couple excedrin, iced my head and passed out on the couch. Daytime hangover has been dealt with.