We went to a happy hour with some friends last night to do a
little social drinking and socializing.
I’m not a drinker AT ALL, but I was telling HR earlier in the day that
I was going to get smashed for the first time.
She giggled and asked if that meant I was going to have a half a glass
of wine. Not to be made fun of, I
replied that I probably wouldn’t need that much to get smashed. I could probably just smell the cork. The half a glass would be to enjoy myself
after that!
True story. I was
walking through the store the other day and made eye contact with a bottle of
Jack Daniels, and I swear I got tipsy after that. True story.
