company outing went well—if you define “7 hours of drinking bacardi and diet cokes and then nearly getting into a fistfight with the domino’s delivery dude� as “well�. as i suspected, we went on a river cruise on a not quite a dingy, not yet a yacht…sort of the Britney Spears of sea vessels. we all pre-emptively popped about 6 dramamine, which may account for the near instant descent into inebriation. after drink #4, i found myself talking to three big-wigs from sister/parent companies about synergy. not good times. i was trying not to slur and i hadn’t shaved in four days. about the only way i could have made a worse impression would have been to wear my “want a ticket to the gun show?� t-shirt that has arrows from each shoulder pointing towards my biceps. :luck...
