Doctor Doctor, Can't you see I'm Buring Burning..

Friday morning at work and I'm still feeling either A) drunk, B) mad C) blank

Wednesday night was our office party held at the lovely Riverside Hotel overlooking the Thames near Vauxhall station. It started with some early boozing while getting ready back at the flat, arriving about 7:30 for pre-drinks, dinner and same lame ass bingo. Bingo here is messed up. Or better yet it was the announcee from Marketing thats a nut. 'Two and One is twentyone, come smack my bum'. Why everything had to end up in some poncy rhyme was beyond me but I wanted to club her with my baguette. I'm all for socializing but must admit I'm more for boggieing down to some tunes. It wasent a long night as we got kicked out at i think 1pm, but proceeded to drink some more at the lobby bar downstairs. My excitement came from introducing Dr Peppers to people. They didnt have a bottle of Ameretto so I walked out to the local convenience store and bought a bottle for 14 quid. Came back ot the bar and gave it to one of the bartenders. 'Do you know how to make a Dr Pepper?' I asked while she blankly looked at me. I showed her. Now they didnt even have shot glasses there so the improve was to just pour a half pint of beer and the Ameretto (approx a shot worth) on top of the beer and guzzle it.
I'm all blank after that. I know I did over 5 of those things with various people. I even gave one to the GM of Sales which he refused politely. I don't think he could handle the truth.

Thursday I spent in bed all day, lights out, not wanting to move. I still feel like this on friday at the office. I wish I could remember more but it's prolly best I didn't.

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