Last night was the department Christmas party at my work. It was FUN, and I am in bad shape today as a result. Work Christmas parties are really great for a few different reasons, provided that you like the people that you work with of course. I happen to work with some really fun people, so when most of the department bailed at 5 (our party started at 2:30 at a pub, where drinks and lunch was served and we played a game with presents), a number of us stuck around for more drinks before heading to someone's house to drink and eat snacks, and then we went out to a bar (the name of which I don't remember). I recall looking at the microwave clock, seeing that it was 8:45, and thinking "Holy crap, it's early and I'm drunk. There's still so much night left!" I could have left at any point, let the record show. Awesome thing number one of work parties: free drinks and food.
I left the bar around 1:30, managed to get into a cab, and made it home by 2. Awesome thing number three about work parties: taxi chits to pay for your fare. The entire night out didn't cost me a penny. I'm paying for it today though, in a rather different way. I crawled into work at 11:30, after texting my boss to let him know I was moving slooooooowly. Five of us directly went to lunch at a diner to ease our aching heads and stomachs. Fortunately, the worst I'm getting at work is a little ribbing about my horribly pathetic state, which is nice, and is a testament to the party-friendly attitude of this particular group of people. Nights out and hangovers are apparently not considered unprofessional in any way (the executive director is nursing his own hangover today). Among other painful bodily experiences, my knee is killing me; I think I danced a little too vigorously on it last night without paying attention. I'm also experiencing slight vertigo from my computer screen.
This, in fact, describes me very aptly today: