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I woke up this morning with the taste of gin in my mouth, a cigarette-induced sore throat, and the words "Bacon is the best thing in the world!" scrawled on my hand in someone else's handwriting. I recall hugging everyone in Ops that I could get a hold of, explaining to Elizabeth that I think Jim from Sales has a crush on me, and watching Leonid attempt to recreate that Titanic scene on the front of the Spirit of Boston with a glass of vodka standing in for Kate Winslet.

I love company outings.

Especially when they involve an open bar and a boss who insists on staying until closing time.