I sunk a little deeper into the abyss of corporate America tonight: Happy Hour.
About 12 of us went to Clyde's, a martini bar in New Brunswick, after work. Our CEO set up a tab, making this poor student a very happy boy.
But, we got there at 6:30-ish, and by 9, three strong drinks later, I was on my way to drunk. You see, I'd had no breakfast, cheese doodles for lunch, and then the drinks: a victoria's secret (fruity yum yum vodka malibu), a secret strawberry (fruity yum yum lots of vodka) and a girl scout cookie (minty yum yum voda chocolate liquor).
So I was basically drunk by 8. How silly!