My day aboard the S.S. Von Snoot
So... I totally called in sick to work today.
Why, you may ask? Well, I went to a wine/spirits tastng conference at The Fox Theatre. "Yeah, I work at Emirils Atlanta. I'm new; I haven't met many people yet;."
Let me tell you, kids: it was fucking heaven. All the vendors were beautiful women.
"Would you liketo try this 50 year old scotch?"
"Yes, yes I would."
"You have beautiful eyes!"
*swoon*
Damn,, but them bitches are good at their jobs.
Then there was the guy working the Wild Turkey table (WILD TURKEY TABLE! I told you I was in heaven!):
"So you guys are 21, right?"
"Of course! Pour that shit!"
So, it's 7:43pm and I'm drunk as hell off fancy, expensive liquors. I drank some Grand Marnier which is $55 dollars a glass. Cheers. bitches!
Addendum: (here's where I'm not typing while intoxicated on a Tuesday evening. I left the spelling and punctuative mistakes in for effect.) Isn't missing work because of alcohol one of those sure-fire signs of some kind of disorder?
Of course not, because it was a wine tasting! Apparently, it's socially acceptable to get blasted with a large group of total strangers in the middle of the day if you are there to drink for (and here's the distinction) taste. Ah, social loopholes, how I love you! Oh,and I forgot to mention the inordinate amount of free food brought by some fancy catering service.
So let's see here: hot ladies, free food, and free alcohol, all in one convenient setting. Yep, this was definitely a worthy event to miss work for. My only regret is that I didn't wear a suit because then I would have been James Bond.
Oh yeah, and thanks to Kestrel for pointing out that I'm some sort of vengeful deity hell bent on the destruction of Florida.
So... I totally called in sick to work today.
Why, you may ask? Well, I went to a wine/spirits tastng conference at The Fox Theatre. "Yeah, I work at Emirils Atlanta. I'm new; I haven't met many people yet;."
Let me tell you, kids: it was fucking heaven. All the vendors were beautiful women.
"Would you liketo try this 50 year old scotch?"
"Yes, yes I would."
"You have beautiful eyes!"
*swoon*
Damn,, but them bitches are good at their jobs.
Then there was the guy working the Wild Turkey table (WILD TURKEY TABLE! I told you I was in heaven!):
"So you guys are 21, right?"
"Of course! Pour that shit!"
So, it's 7:43pm and I'm drunk as hell off fancy, expensive liquors. I drank some Grand Marnier which is $55 dollars a glass. Cheers. bitches!
Addendum: (here's where I'm not typing while intoxicated on a Tuesday evening. I left the spelling and punctuative mistakes in for effect.) Isn't missing work because of alcohol one of those sure-fire signs of some kind of disorder?
Of course not, because it was a wine tasting! Apparently, it's socially acceptable to get blasted with a large group of total strangers in the middle of the day if you are there to drink for (and here's the distinction) taste. Ah, social loopholes, how I love you! Oh,and I forgot to mention the inordinate amount of free food brought by some fancy catering service.
So let's see here: hot ladies, free food, and free alcohol, all in one convenient setting. Yep, this was definitely a worthy event to miss work for. My only regret is that I didn't wear a suit because then I would have been James Bond.
Oh yeah, and thanks to Kestrel for pointing out that I'm some sort of vengeful deity hell bent on the destruction of Florida.
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