tannins + me = beautiful unprofessionalism

yeah!

tonight, we went to dinner late with a member of the casino staff, nicky. nicky is a lovely man who has been nothing but sweet, supportive, and uber-profesh with us the whole time, in the rallies and workshops. two of the ladies in charge had to bow out of last-evening-here dinner because there was additional work to be done at the evacuation center, so it was just nicky and the four of us. we got to eat at a steakhouse on-site, which ruled, because a. the junk was good, b. it wasn't a buffet (info coming soon), and c. we ordered like 83 bottles of wine, gratis.

beginning of meal, we're all playful - silly, lighthearted bits are circling, appropriate ones. cut to us about 1 bottle in: suddenly, i called alida frigid and accused her of a coke problem. the world is blurry and bits are flying! uncensor me, restraints of corporatehood!

usa!

i playfully told the lovely rance that he "hated life" (i.e., he doesn't drink, something that is of course completely legitimate) and told elwell at one point to suck a dong, something like that. later, i laughed out loud for about a minute and had to take a time-out, because some reference to bush (the president, not other) was made and alida pointed down.

you guyyyyyys, i don't care what they say!
7th grade is fun!

hey, this stuff - that's businesslike, right?
it was all charmingly done.
at least, i remember it that way.
i'm very charming.
i'm a total charmbot.
charm.
chrm.
[zzzzzzzzzzz.]

it's been a long week.
well, at least my behavior is as appropriate as seeing strippers after a gig... right guys?