As some of you may have read in Poli's recent updates, we have a room to paint. We got started Friday night. Woohoo! Welcome to our wild and crazy lives. :-) After Poli went to bed at about 11:30, I worked until 3am. Poli then took the morning shift, I went back at it at noon, and by late Saturday afternoon we were almost done. The room looks wonderful and bright now. We ran out of paint though, and had to head off to my company party Saturday night.

Oh yeah, the company party. Basically, my company was given a party-budget this year as a bonus for the release of a product our center had nothing to do with. It was a big do at a private club: free booze, free lobster, free for spouses, dancing, casino tables, prizes, etc. I didn't win anything. Poli did pretty well on the tables but it wasn't real money, so we're no further ahead then when we came in.

Oh, and eventually, after having consumed wine, beer, port, gin and scotch, I ended up on the dance floor, surprisingly un-wasted, and there were these two scary hot chicks who I guess were fairly wasted. We'd been laughing at them for some time, when suddenly one of them started fixing me with this stare. As I continued to dance with Poli and my female colleague, this girl ran up to me, and starting dirty dancing with me. Remember, I'm surrounded by office colleagues at this point, and she's the date of one of said colleagues. Anyway, she begins to talk to me, and the exchange goes something like this:

Hot girl: Djooble ooslee pwit kavite?

Me: ... (I smile, pretending to be able to hear over the music)

Hot girl: Djooble ooslee pwit kavite?

Me: ... (I smile, still pretending to be able to hear over the music, wishing years of playing in rock bands hadn't taken such a toll on my hearing)

Hot girl: That was a question!

Me: ... Oh! Um, I’m sorry, what did you say (leans in and really tries to hear this time)

Hot girl: I said, who will you sleep with tonight!?

Me: (after a stunned pause, I point at my PREGNANT WIFE dancing beside me), then say "And you?"

Hot girl: Of course!

Me: ...

Hot girl: And her too (points at my female colleague), and that blonde one over there (the other crazy chick). You and us all together.

Me: ...

At that point, her date mercifully came in and dragged her off.

Needless to say, nothing happened. Maybe it's just me, but I'm thinking pregnant women, corporate functions and orgies just don't quite to together...

Anyway, the next day I was horrible hung over. I guess it's really true what they say about mixing drinks. I managed to dredge up the energy to rehearse with the boys, then came home and collapsed for the rest of Sunday.

And now it's back to work. No rest for the wicked. :-)

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