Friday, July 16, 2004

hair of the dog

it seemed tame enough:  treat a coworker to cocktails and celebrate her new career and acceptance into a fantastic grad program.  civilized, orderly, work-oriented.
then, 5 hours later and god knows how many glasses of jameson's, it turns into a karaoke free-for-all up north.  i'm singing bette midler's 'the rose' at the front of a dive bar and military guys on leave with their girlfriends and our guy receptionist is vowing to give his right nut to save country music.
1 a.m. - passed out on the couch.

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