Shot after shot after shot

Last night was a pro­gres­sive din­ner style event for the Mind­comet employ­ees which had a cli­max of a no-holds-barred shot­fest. And I decided to just go balls to the wall.

Shots are really the opti­mal way to get some­one like me drunk, any other option takes too much alco­hol or time sim­ply as a fac­tor of size. I imme­di­ately took a buddy of mine and declared that I was going to go toe-to-toe with him. Now, the guy I went against is an expe­ri­enced drinker and an irish/scotch Amer­i­can who did an admirable job. For a while I thought he had beat me but I held on to a self-declared vic­tory, wit­nessed by some of my fel­low employ­ees before I headed off to bed under my own steam.

I think it was 23 shots of var­i­ous con­coc­tions when I called it a night. I was pretty drunk, drunker than I’ve been in a while, but still sober enough to change out of my clothes and con­firm one last time that my alarm was set for the morn­ing. It’s a com­pany rule that on the retreat we are told to have a blast, party like a rock­star, but if any­one misses one of the meet­ings where we do true work then they are fired. So, the alarm clock was very important.

I woke up to the alarm and I’m feel­ing it this morn­ing in the form of a headache but not too bad.

Today we’re doing depart­men­tal meet­ings in the morn­ing before we all get into char­ac­ter for a mys­tery di..lunch! That promises to be enter­tain­ing as we’ve all got rather unusual char­ac­ters. Then, after the lunch that evening we’ve got the com­pany award show (it’s like the Emmy’s but cooler some­one said to me when describ­ing it.) So I’ll be enjoy­ing that as well today.

Then tomor­row, we’re up at 3am to get on a bus to the train sta­tion before rolling on back to Orlando. But so far it’s been a lot of fun and I’m look­ing for­ward to today.