Three (too many) Cheers

Yesterday was the Web All Hands meeting. Evidently we're going to do one every quarter. I have no real opinion on that, though it feels a bit too frequent for my taste. Yesterday afternoon/evening was the Web All Hands alcohol infused milling about. I took an hour off in the middle to meet up with my friend Shawna who was in San Francisco for the day. And I also bought socks. It was fun. Then she ran off to go to a concert and I went back to the milling about. All was going well until we went to the Sutter Station (a crappy-ass bar I had swore I would never return to). Anyway, things went ok there, until the Swedes started buying everyone margaritas.

I am reminded, again, why I do not drink tequila.

Regardless, I really, really hate the Sutter Station so I wrangled everyone together to head to the Clock Bar where we could sample an Aviation. The Clock Bar is one of the few bars in the country that can make one properly, though I think we kind of had the B-team bartender last night. Not only was the drink not properly layered to show the deepening purple-grey haze, but it also wasn't served in a martini glass.

Anyway, around 1:00 we left, I shared a cab with Praveen, which was good, because the margaritas had kicked in, I hadn't eaten anything appreciable since lunch, and standing (let alone conversing) was beginning to require entirely too much concentration. I then got inside my house, bent over to untie my shoe laces and promptly (and quite dramatically, I might add, fell flat on my face.

Today was mostly spent recovering from the worst hangover I've had since the 525 party in September.

And what did we learn? Yes, that's right. Don't drink tequila. A related lesson: don't accept drinks from Swedes. They're trying to kill you.