10:27 Sunday morning... I arise from my slumber. My hangover has yet to set due to the fact I just stopped drinking 3 hours ago. Fully aware of the impending doom of my oncoming hangover, I reach to my bedside table in hopes of finding a luke warm glass of water. To no avail, I stumble out of bed still drunk, tripping over the pair high heels next to the bed (which belong to an analyst of a client I work with of course)... I bump into said beside table , knocking my brand new Rolex Hulk (116610LV for you nerds) which I paid 2x retail for right off the table, onto the floor and shatter the crystal. You know what they say though.... bill to client.
On the verge of tears because of my now busted watch I refocus on the task at hand.. pedialtye and motrin. I make my way into the kitchen, drink a liter of red pedialyte and down 4 motrin.
For second I think to myself, maybe it's time to slow down? Stop partying, save for retirement, perhaps start a family? These wholesome thoughts are interrupted by a phone call from a friend.. "Pitchers of cucumber vodka at Le Bain in 3 hours, you in?" The thoughts of my forever aching body and broken Rolex swirl around my head... I am about to say no then in a tourettes like episode I blurt out "Oh SHIT YEAH". I never prided myself on self control.
So feeling like a million bucks from the pedialyte, motrin and bagel I order via seemless on the company card... I shower and out the door I go...
I arrive at Le Bain at the perfect time, when the line is long enough that I am confident at least 5 people will be furious at when I cut said line (I know the owner). Darty season is officially in full swing as the boys and I take down 9 pitchers in 3 hours.. breaking out prior record of 8. We are so proud of ourselves!
Now drunker than the night before, I get home and pass out. No recollection of the final hours of the night. I think my body is getting used to the alcohol because surprisingly I do not have a hangover. I shower and get out the door for work only to receive an email "MD: Need revised model for 10a meeting, thx."
Well I lost my job, and now I have no money to fix my Rolex. Still a great Sunday in my opinion.
What do your Sunday's look like?
Congrats on your exit. I hope the new life/nowork balance treats you well.
This deserves more credit than received.
I applaud you.
Never Happened.
Yes, realistically hard to believe any of this happens. You got up drunk and woke up after 3 hours? The Rolex Hulk which is beautiful with the green, a quality time-piece that wouldn't just break with a drop to the floor made in Switzerland. The post sounds a little way too far out to be true.
The fact that you felt the need to assure the masses that it didn't happen is preposterous, it is less believable than the Black Panther plot line
Do you really like Le Bain? I find it to be like a tacky Eurotrash disco. Not a fun place
What are some good alternatives?
Bagatelle, HaSalon
congrats on the sex
zip
meh
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