well hungover
last night a bunch of us ne’er-do-wells went out for a few drinks after work. at a “sports bar” (really?). to watch “the game” (game…what game?). those alien concepts aside, count me in. i’m always down for a little team building exercise, and this would be my first chance to break bread with a couple of my new coworkers.
well 10 hours, 15 beers, and 20 cigarettes later, the exercise was over. once again i managed to test the boundaries of appropriateness, held back only by the thought, “oh hey now, don’t forget…tomorrow these people will still be my subordinates / peers / bosses.” at the end of the night a did a quick mental tally: i stayed away from religion & politics, didn’t hit anybody (that one time was more of a slap), didn’t ruin anybody’s clothing / hand-held / evening…all i was really guilty of was occasionally shouting out stuff that would make Doug Stanhope blush. so, i’m cool…right?
this morning i found draped over my office chair a fantastic red cape…and a memory from last night came rushing back – a new coworker’s war story about some other party at some other company that involved costumes and a “groping wall”. the whole thing had sounded a bit like a scene from Eyes Wide Shut except with better music.
i laughed so hard my brain stem still hasn’t forgiven me. i donned said cape and slumped into my chair, rejoicing as always that being a game dev means not fabricating a work personae to mask the weekend one. every day is hawaiian shirt day, folks.
