Lost In Haste

Do you remember when we were little and when asked our age said four and three-quarters. Or six and a half? Well, the same thing happened at work today! My bossed ended up celebrating his thirty-three and a third birthday at the Chocolate Bar.

Chocolate and alcohol, can it get any better? The answer is no. Two of my favorite vices put together made for one heck of an evening. We (as in a bunch of people of work) got to the bar after work (thankfully avoiding the rain) and promptly ordered deserts and booze. As you might surmise, the bar servers a bunch of chocolate drinks. I ended up having their signature drink, along with a thin-mint and white chocolate martinis.

Yes, they were amazing. Yes, it was a great time. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much (not counting Shannon spilling salad dressing everywhere durring lunch)! Inappaortpate comments were flung left and right, as were inappropriate actions (yes, I’m talking to you Amanda and Kelly). It was great.

And yes, it was way too much. I should have stopped at two drinks… It had been a while since I drank and it certainly showed… Even having extra time to sober up (Shannon drove to the bar), I had to stick around the parking garage before I got in my car. We ended up sitting in her car and talked for almost an hour before I headed home. It was the perfect end to a great night.