Vegas. It's a hard place to attend a conference. Last night was particularly difficult. I had to drink. A lot. Mostly for Professional reasons. Honestly, here's the list
1 beer - personal, I was waiting for Paul.
2 beers - professional. Chatting with Paul.
2 gin and tonics - professional. Vendor paid, trying to get me drunk so I'd buy stuff.
1 red wine with dinner - professional. Vendor bought me dinner at Stripsteak.
1 glass of port - professional. Same dinner.
2 beers - professional. Playing roulette with vendor. Relationship building. You know?
1 whisky - personal. To help me sleep
1 whisky - professional. Chatting with vendor at bar. He wanted to buy me another.
I had to get up and attend more sessions this morning. Life is hard.
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4 comments:
Your liver must really, really love you right about now!
You didn't mention how many axes you have in the back of yer head either . . . .
word verification: garark (sound made when head is in toilet praying)
I woke up with about a 2 on the Luton Axe Scale. I managed to refrain from gararking and I'm doing fine now although the idea of another drink is particularly unappealing. I better get in shape though, one of my vendor's is taking me to Mamma Mia tonight and no doubt drink will be involved. I just hope I survive until Nikki shows up on Friday.
I'll forgive the stray apostrophe in "vendor's" seeing as you're obviously the worse for wear.
That's a decent amount of drink but I have to ask - if the vendor was paying, why only one glass of wine at dinner, and no aperitif?
Oof, yeah, that was a dodgy apostrophe. The gin and tonics were my aperitif. The second one was ordered for me while I was away from the table, so it lasted all the way through my starter.
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