Confessions of A Naughty Girl

I Just Vomited A Little In My Mouth

I had a work dinner tonight. This is not uncommon, as I usually have at least one or two a week. But tonight was no ordinary night. It was probably the weirdest, and most amusing dinner I've had in recent memory.

So, you know how when you're in a professional environment, there are things you can and cannot discuss? For example, if I'm at a dinner with someone whose magazine I'm buying, I am more than likely going to be discussing their efficiency and target market. I am not going to be discussing how to get some ass or my recent trip to the store that is being worked by a tranny redhead. I save the good stuff only for you, dear readers. Only for you.

Well, within five minutes of sitting down at dinner in a very upscale steakhouse, our rep decides to let us know that he ripped his pants this morning on his flight from New York, and that his first thought was, "Thank God I wore underwear today!" Hmm, that's delicious, thank you. Appetizers, anyone?

It all pretty much went downhill from there. Perhaps the highlight of my night was hearing that one of my co-workers and husband were almost arrested for "indecent exposure" in the movie theater two weeks ago while watching "Bad News Bears". I will never look at bucket seats the same way again.

There is a line you do not cross at work. The line has been crossed. I think I feel sick again.

posted by KA @ 10:53 PM