So, since I'm sober, I figure I should tell stories of the week of when I was very, very drunk.
So monday night my old chef, the sous chef (who replaced me), the GM, the old bar manager, and the chef's wife all came to Seattle for a cooking event. We all went out drinking afterwords.
Well. I show up at the hotel lobby they're drinking at. After a beer I suggest a real bar, along with a bunch of the cooks who were from other kitchens. We go to the hideout.
We walk in, and there is literally no one there at midnight. I ask the bartender Justin if they're still open, and he says yeah, til 2. We then fill the place up more or less. We're there til last call. There were plenty of good stories, like one cook telling me you had to make mayo in a bain marie, which I thought was absolutely retarded. I then asked her sous chef, and pastry chef what they thought, also thought, silly. Either way, it was a lot of fun, and everyone got hammered.
Walking back to the hotel, we got a little lost. Just a tad. The chef, sous chef and I split from the girls ( I think we went to find pizza) and end up going to the 7th floor of our hotel after a bit. We walk out the elevator door, and realize, it's not our hotel. We promised to never speak of it to the women. We get back to our hotel, get in the door, and within 5 minutes someone knocks on the door, i answer, and we're told they've had complaints and we need to quiet down. We drank a lot of wine til the wee hours of the morning.
I somehow woke up in a bed, and the Sous chef and the GM were in the same bed together. (Not sex, just sleeping. But if you knew our GM you'd understand how BIZARRE that is) She leaves, and zach and I just start shooting the shit, hung over in our beds, passing bottles of wine back and forth between the two beds, for a solid 2 hours.
We then hit the bar downstairs! Manmosas! Beers! Sushi! by 1 PM I'm already hammered.
We split ways, I catch a cab home, and take 6 hour nap. I wake up, go to Quinns, have a burger and a few exploded keg beers, along with a few beers I ordered, and head back home for awhile to relax.
I eventually meet up with one of the bartenders from debier stube, back at quinns, and we drink til last call. We head back to my place, grab a bottle of whiskey, and drink in the park til 4 or so, which we proceed to watch half of death proof (you know, the good half) and half of high fidelity til we both pass out.
Coffee in the morning, part ways, lazy "sunday", go out and play Pinball and shuffleboard with one of my coworkers at Prost, hit up quinns and home by 2. An easy night, because I was still recovering from Monday and Tuesday.
Now, I'm taking a break from booze for a bit.
How about you guys? Any good drinking stories as of late?
So monday night my old chef, the sous chef (who replaced me), the GM, the old bar manager, and the chef's wife all came to Seattle for a cooking event. We all went out drinking afterwords.
Well. I show up at the hotel lobby they're drinking at. After a beer I suggest a real bar, along with a bunch of the cooks who were from other kitchens. We go to the hideout.
We walk in, and there is literally no one there at midnight. I ask the bartender Justin if they're still open, and he says yeah, til 2. We then fill the place up more or less. We're there til last call. There were plenty of good stories, like one cook telling me you had to make mayo in a bain marie, which I thought was absolutely retarded. I then asked her sous chef, and pastry chef what they thought, also thought, silly. Either way, it was a lot of fun, and everyone got hammered.
Walking back to the hotel, we got a little lost. Just a tad. The chef, sous chef and I split from the girls ( I think we went to find pizza) and end up going to the 7th floor of our hotel after a bit. We walk out the elevator door, and realize, it's not our hotel. We promised to never speak of it to the women. We get back to our hotel, get in the door, and within 5 minutes someone knocks on the door, i answer, and we're told they've had complaints and we need to quiet down. We drank a lot of wine til the wee hours of the morning.
I somehow woke up in a bed, and the Sous chef and the GM were in the same bed together. (Not sex, just sleeping. But if you knew our GM you'd understand how BIZARRE that is) She leaves, and zach and I just start shooting the shit, hung over in our beds, passing bottles of wine back and forth between the two beds, for a solid 2 hours.
We then hit the bar downstairs! Manmosas! Beers! Sushi! by 1 PM I'm already hammered.
We split ways, I catch a cab home, and take 6 hour nap. I wake up, go to Quinns, have a burger and a few exploded keg beers, along with a few beers I ordered, and head back home for awhile to relax.
I eventually meet up with one of the bartenders from debier stube, back at quinns, and we drink til last call. We head back to my place, grab a bottle of whiskey, and drink in the park til 4 or so, which we proceed to watch half of death proof (you know, the good half) and half of high fidelity til we both pass out.
Coffee in the morning, part ways, lazy "sunday", go out and play Pinball and shuffleboard with one of my coworkers at Prost, hit up quinns and home by 2. An easy night, because I was still recovering from Monday and Tuesday.
Now, I'm taking a break from booze for a bit.
How about you guys? Any good drinking stories as of late?
That being said, your blogs just make me happy. Glad I'm no longer gray. I almost missed out on all this. /points at above blog.