I went out with the guys last night. Yeah, me. Do you believe it? It was supposed to be a going-away shindig for my manager who’s retiring and moving off the Missouri to do nothing (that’s what he says anyway… don’t believe him). It ended up being a congratulations party for the guy who took his place. Whatever. It was just an excuse to go out, dish dirt, watch people drink and flirt and laugh.
I haven’t done anything like that in a long long time. Not since Tucson and the TV show. It was great. I work with great people, and they’re fun to hang out with. Now, if only I can get rid of the smell of smoke…
