It is always best to drink with people who do not know thier limits (assuming you too are not one of those people, and for morality's sake you are not the type to take dramatic advantage of such a precarious situation).
Thin burgers on a generic gas grill, chips, pasta salad, a couple dozen burned out co-workers, beer, and drinks mixed by non-professionals that contain ridiculous amounts of liqour and little else. This makes a successful party amongst co-workers.
Surely there is drama...
Shirly brings her boyfriend even though she slept with Russell 16 days ago. Russell then sizes up a fellow who doesn't even know he's being scrutinized mercilessly.
The two young professionals that have been emailing on company time share meaningful glances across the way. There is always a third soul noticing this take place and remains silent though envious.
The guy who has slept with nearly half the staff schmoozes and boozes and tries not to notice that he remains at the same fork in his life's road that he has been ignoring for the last 6 years.Of coarse there is always a new girl full of trust at these things willing to offer him more denial in exchange for a breifly entertaining mistake.
Lovers that have parted ways fake knowing smiles that, "Jez, I hope no one finds out what we did"
The boss drinks with the peons and curses in socially acceptable yet still suprising fashion. Everyone enjoys this outburst of profanity.
We are out of mustard.
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