With All Due Respect to Al
Apparently, I can, in fact, hang.
Yesterday was our Christmas… *ahem* I mean Holiday party at work. Food was had, raffles were won by people who aren’t me (which turned out to be a good thing, I mean, seriously, what am I going to do with a Zune?), beer was drank, chatting was done, music was listened to, and presents were handed out. Once the in-office fun-times had died out, and everyone had their presents, it was time to go “downstairs.” Technically, downstairs, out the door, to the left, and back in two doors down, to the local bar.
I enjoy chatter, so I went with. Before I walked in the door, I briefly checked my train schedule and made sure I would be able to stay a while. Trains run every hour or so, so I knew I’d be okay. And on in!
At first I didn’t spot my coworkers, but then there they were, at the bar putting in orders for the “Champagne of beers.” Ugh. I ordered a Bass, was called classier than the rest, and settled in for some more of that conversation thing.
I’m pretty sure we were all having a pretty good time. At some point someone decided to order a round of shots of “J.” I didn’t know what this was, a coworker told me it was Jamison, I like whiskey, so I added one to the order. I think the guys were surprised when I picked up a shot glass and chugged it down. I am losing my touch, though, either that or it was a double, because I couldn’t down it in one. It took me two. Oh well, I don’t think anyone noticed, and as it turns out, I quite like Jamison. It’s rather nice.
And the evening continued. At one point I left for the bathroom and came back to find a new beer. A coworker had ordered it for me. Nice guys, really. More conversation, although delving a bit more towards the un-work-like. I am always amused when my coworkers apologize to me for being foul-mouthed or for saying something that they fear will be misunderstood as the dreaded sexual harassment. My company went too long without female employees. Also, I’m not really the girliest of girls.
Anyway, and this was the purpose of the post, as I don’t have a lot of time and must get back to work because I missed a pivotal test case months ago that is biting me in the ass right now which pisses me off greatly… what? Moving on.
I was talking with a couple guys to my right, when I hear my name mentioned from my left. I look over, and ask what’s going on. They said that they were just commenting that I “can hang.” I like that.
Well done! The highest possible drinking compliment. Very impressive.
It was actually reitterated by the COO when I walked through the lobby earlier. Apparently it is impressive that I drink beer that doesn’t suck and enjoy a shot of good whiskey.
Of course, I don’t think I could hold a candle to you, Al. I may know how to drink properly, but that doesn’t mean I have the stamina to hold up to a full night of SoCo doubles.
I did once try to match a professional drink for drink, and while it didn’t kill me, I wanted to die… But he didn’t out drink me!
Always welcome down to the Philly area to give a good shot :)
I will let you know if I’m ever down that way.