The "ball"

This is the best picture I could find. Boys don't know how to take pics of dresses.

This past Saturday was the "ball." It was a smashingly good time and by smashingly I mean I was totally smashed.

Here are the highlights:

~ Free wine.

~ Multiple supervisors were present. I did not let this deter me from imbibing copious amounts of wine and when the wine ran out jack and cokes.

~ Revived bachelorette dance performance of Push It onstage.

~ Someone crapped on the floor of the women's bathroom and left her underwear in the stall. I believe I told my supervisor about this. He told me for the 47th time not to drive home. For the 47th time I gave him a thumbs up.

~ Lots of people I have never really met at work came up and told me I was hot. It was awesome. I believe they may all be married. Not awesome.

~ I may have accidentally stolen a hotdog from a street vendor.

~ Two girls were making out and I believe I screamed "they're making out, two girls are making out!" out to the entire club at the after party.

~ On Sunday I briefly thought to myself, "if i shot myself in the head I may feel better."

The ultra hot guy that I sat behind in training from this post was there with his girlfriend. I pretty much drunk stalked him all night. I don't really remember what his girlfriend looks like but when I was trying to hate on her Reed-iculous told me she was actually pretty. I think the only plus point I could come up with was that my boobs were bigger. I don't think they really are. I guess I lost that one.

Sunday involved a super bowl party with the boys from work that I managed to drag myself to. I drank seven up and prayed that the game ended quickly so I could go home and get back into bed.