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Wonderful dinner
Tuesday, 29 June 2021 23:16I had a wonderful dinner today but my post is not about this dinner I had.
So my colleagues arranged a dinner gathering of sorts, but with lots of sake, from a low alcohol % to highest. You can see the genius of it: It is a week night. Damn.
Well, I had a pretty good streak of watching what I'm eating for the past few weeks, but tonight was an emergency. Hey, lucidity is far superior than calories control. Fuck the diet. I kept on munching stuff that was in front and around me. I guess I ate almost a whole dish of (VERY DELICIOUS) deep fried squid or cuttlefish or octopus. I will not get drunk in front of my colleagues. But really. I'd rather stay lucid than get a hangover tomorrow. We do have a big meeting tomorrow that I'd rather not f*ck up.
So, I was successful in not getting smashed. Another guy who's a relationship manager of sorts, so has to go out with guests/clients/patrons/vendors/ (or, whatever he does) so supposedly should have a very high alcohol tolerance, didn't make it and had to leave and get sick outside. Huh... *adjusts eyeglasses*, amateur! LOL LOL LOL LOL
Anyway, that same team of people roped me into another dinner on Friday and... nooooooooooooooooooo I'm not the type to go out for dinners so frequently! I don't wanna!!!!
My trusty good friend and colleague now asked if I want to go to a jazz dinner event or something first, then we can swing by that dinner place (when those guys have had a couple rounds of drinks) and just stay for a drink or two, then leave.
Geez.... I was never the type to live this kind of life, and I believe I'm getting too old to start getting into this type of lifestyle, but okay, I'll bite. Something like a mad dash to freedom before the Boss comes back, I suppose.
Despite not being smashed, I'm beat. I'm going to bed. Shit, I'm a bit worried. The plate of squid or whatever I had was a five-spice deep fried thing, I'm sure I'll lose my voice tomorrow. Argh......
So my colleagues arranged a dinner gathering of sorts, but with lots of sake, from a low alcohol % to highest. You can see the genius of it: It is a week night. Damn.
Well, I had a pretty good streak of watching what I'm eating for the past few weeks, but tonight was an emergency. Hey, lucidity is far superior than calories control. Fuck the diet. I kept on munching stuff that was in front and around me. I guess I ate almost a whole dish of (VERY DELICIOUS) deep fried squid or cuttlefish or octopus. I will not get drunk in front of my colleagues. But really. I'd rather stay lucid than get a hangover tomorrow. We do have a big meeting tomorrow that I'd rather not f*ck up.
So, I was successful in not getting smashed. Another guy who's a relationship manager of sorts, so has to go out with guests/clients/patrons/vendors/ (or, whatever he does) so supposedly should have a very high alcohol tolerance, didn't make it and had to leave and get sick outside. Huh... *adjusts eyeglasses*, amateur! LOL LOL LOL LOL
Anyway, that same team of people roped me into another dinner on Friday and... nooooooooooooooooooo I'm not the type to go out for dinners so frequently! I don't wanna!!!!
My trusty good friend and colleague now asked if I want to go to a jazz dinner event or something first, then we can swing by that dinner place (when those guys have had a couple rounds of drinks) and just stay for a drink or two, then leave.
Geez.... I was never the type to live this kind of life, and I believe I'm getting too old to start getting into this type of lifestyle, but okay, I'll bite. Something like a mad dash to freedom before the Boss comes back, I suppose.
Despite not being smashed, I'm beat. I'm going to bed. Shit, I'm a bit worried. The plate of squid or whatever I had was a five-spice deep fried thing, I'm sure I'll lose my voice tomorrow. Argh......
