At my old company, we had an annual holiday party. This party usually was a luncheon at a swanky downtown restaurant, meaning it included a great meal and loads of wine or beer. I attended this party every year for six years, which equals six opportunities to teeter on the bridge of termination.
This story will be more of a compilation of me being a drunken fool. And no, unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like I learn anything from one year to the next.
I had only been employed by the company for one week when my first holiday party took place. I was nervous, didn’t know what to expect and didn’t...
About a block from my house is a very beautiful, old church. Although I have yet to see the inside of the church, I have great views of it from my apartment, especially from my porch.
I often can be found out on my porch breathing in the fresh air and contemplating life as I stare off into the distance at the church steeples. What is the meaning of life? Where did we come from? Who are we? Where are we going?
Usually the only reason I’m on my porch is to have the occasional cigarette. Hey! I might be contemplating life. You don’t know.
But usually I’m just contemplating...
Summer 2011 for me was, apparently, the summer of weddings. Plus side: Six weddings in a short time span is a really good way to 1) Have fun with your friends 2) Embarrass yourself profusely by getting way too drunk and, last but not least, 3) Get strange business cards from a foreigner.
When I arrived at one wedding in July, I knew it was going to be a good night when I saw the band setting up and recognized them from a wedding I had been to the month before. They were called Hey Jimmy. I proceeded to introduce myself while relatively sober, reminding them of the wedding I had been...