Prom - 10 years later

Saturday night was the long awaited company holiday party. Yes, while most companies had their holiday parties, ahem, during the holidays, we broke the mold by extending the celebratory activities well into the new year (I believe this was an executive decision made by our CEO a while ago so if you want to argue this point with him then by all means, you are welcome to).

Like last year, the venue for this year's soiree was Stingaree, a club downtown. Unlike last year, I was sans husband, who was whisked away for the weekend to Sundance Film Festival (my poor company party could not compete). Quick on my feet, I decided to replace one Gordon with another (enter Kim the Sis-In-Law) and the event soon became just another girl's night out.

The week before the party, Kim B. had the brilliant idea to take a party van down. After some research, she found The Drunk Driver, a service that drives up to 11 inebriated party-goers anywhere in San Diego. On the day of, I walked over to Kim's to get ready and hang out. We thought we'd be able to pre-party (yes we're still reliving our college days) but before we knew it, it was 4:30 and everyone including party van had arrived. Armed with four bottles of champagne and a ridiculous amount of jello shots that Trish made, we boozed it up during the ride (there's really no other way to describe it) and by the time we arrived, I was well on my way to embarrassing myself in front of coworkers. Uh oh. No Ryan to supervise me! This could be disastrous...


As we waited in line to get in, we noticed several impersonators wandering in our midst. There as a Johnny Depp look-a-like that was quite impressive, a Marilyn Monroe look-a-like and a Joan River interviewing guests as they entered the club. This Joan hussy had the nerve to call us the Pussycat Dolls when we got to the front, and in my drunken state I immediately informed her that the interview was very awkward. She asked me why it was awkward, to which I responded with a dazed and unfocused look. Luckily, our friend Jon S. stepped in and said something witty or entertaining and finally she released us into the club.


Sadly I can't remember much of what happened after that, but here's what I do remember:

-Kim B. encouraging me to double fist a vodka-ladened bright blue drink.
-Trish and I wandering around on the roof, taking many pictures of...ourselves.
-Passing out jello shots that I smuggled in in my purse like I was Santa Claus.
-Professionally throwing up in the bathroom and then telling everyone about it.
-Insisting on getting subway at the end of the night and devouring a footlong.
-Wandering around downtown barefoot (ew).

The next day I woke up feeling like crap. I was unable to move from my bed for several hours. During a moment of clarity, I dragged myself downstairs to the couch to watch some DIY network and drink some water. Around 3pm, I somehow made it to the car to get some mcnuggets and fries from the local drive through. Greased out, I napped until 5:45 when I finally felt human again. That night I visited baby Geraghty (whole gang was hanging out at Kristen and Simon's) before coming back home for more sleep.

Today has been interesting. I thought I had been pretty drunk but judging from the stories I'm hearing, I wasn't NEARLY as drunk as some other people. Stories will remain private but let's just say the whole feeling of the party was that of teenagers getting wasted at prom. This is what adults are reduced to when alcohol is free. It's a sad truth that will never change. All in all, I still had a great time although I do hope no more embarrassing pics of me show up. Here's two for the road. The first is of me and Trish hugging some lady I have never met. The second is of me eating jello shots with...um my boss. God bless the holidays.