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Great boss or greatest boss?

In direct opposition to that picture I just reblogged, I ran into my boss yesterday.  Let’s back up to the night before, when it all started.  We got a new bartender at work about a month ago, and he is officially my favorite bartender ever.  He gives me a lot of free drinks.  I like free drinks.  So, the other night, I decided that I was going to get drunk after work and then sleep on Devin’s couch instead of driving all the way back to tosa.  Devin was going to meet me for a few drinks, and we could walk back to his place together.  Then he was like, “I really don’t want to go out, but I’ll come pick you up at bar time.”  So, that’s cool.

Bar time rolled around, and Devin was like, “Just walk.  I’m tired.”

But walking through Riverwest, drunk, by yourself at 3 in the morning is maybe not the best idea.  So, the new bartender was like, “It’s not really out of the way, if you stay here while I close up, I’ll walk you to your friend’s house.”  It was a longer walk than I thought, so it was good to have the company.  Also, he had two beers in his jacket, so we were all breakin’ the law and walking around with open intoxicants.  It was rad.

In the morning, Devin and I went out for sandwiches, and he dropped me off at my car (which was still parked outside of work).  I fished my keys out of the bottom of my bag, unlocked my car door, and was about to get in when I heard a voice calling, “Caaaaaroline!  CAROLIIIIINE!!”

I turned to see my boss standing in the doorway of the restaurant, so I waved and started to walk over to say hello.

That’s when she started yelling, “WALK OF SHAME! WALK OF SHAME!” and pointing at me.

Ow it hurts.

I think I had my last drink like, four or five hours ago, so after some fresh air on the trip to shore, a really uncomfortable nap, and two episodes of Doctor Who, I think I’m sober, and I have a head ache, and now I’m going to turn off my computer, drink a lot of water, and listen to audiobooks in the dark.

If I’m hungover tomorrow, I’m going to punch something.

Deep thoughts of this morning:

-I’m thirsty
-Why am I awake and not hung over?
-What is going on here?
-This chocolate is so good.