Feb 04, 2006 13:44
Last night was my bank's million dollar club dinner, at the Harrah's Steakhouse. The steakhouse has been voted one of the nicest and best places to eat at in the area, so I am thankful I wasn't footing the bill. I was picked up in a stretch limo then we all headed down to the restaraunt where I had steak and lobster, a thai style seafood sampler, and creme brulee for dessert. The limo then dropped me and another colleague from another department off at the W. 2nd karaoke bar so we could dance... she at that time assured me she would be able to take me home; alas, after some asshole spilled two shots of Hennesy on me and kept walking, I was ready to leave around midnight but alas she wanted to stay and dance although I was very sober although my smell would probably indicate otherwise. Nonetheless, her husband and her two other friends show up and I sigh with relief... only to watch all three of them get wasted too. Around 3am, I am starting to call the two people that said they would pick me up if need be, only to continually get answering machines. Meanwhile, my colleague's friends are hitting on me with every breath I take and it's making me even more irritated. I was tired, smelling of alcohol, my throat was very raspy due to the prolonged cigarette smoke inhalation, without a car, and not getting my way of being able to go home. Around 4am, my collegue's husband says "Don't worry, we will get you home" so we formed the agreement that I would drive her car with all of us in it, down to the place to which my car was parked when I was picked up from the Limo and they would then drive the car back to their house.
Throughout my entire evening while being stuck at the karaoke bar, the DJ (whom I speak with often and know on a first-name basis) asks if I am doing alright, to which I explain my dilemna; he says that if I still need a ride when the bar closes at 5am, that he will take me home. I know he wasn't trying to, but him offering his vehicle and time at 5am made me even more upset and almost Jr. High-ish by having to remain so dependable. When five am rolls around, my colleague's friends/husband all say okay we are going to take you home, so I tell the DJ I should be alright and rejoin the group outside, only to be told that they want to go to Tonic until it closes around 7am instead; I storm back into the Bar and tell the DJ that I was wrong, I do need a ride. I was going to have him drop me off at Chris's house and I would get him to take me home from there but while driving, the DJ says "I am just going to take you home so you don't have to wakeup those other people you were going to surprise" and does just that. Finally, I arrive home, barely able to drag my irish ass to my own porch at 5:30am- I then had to walk two dogs, brush my teeth, and get all my shit off of my bed too. I slept from around 6am until about 1pm today and I hate it- I can't remember the last time I was up until 5am on the weekend; I feel like such an old fogey because after around 2am I was like "Please please I need sleep". The only optimistic thing that I can attest to for the outing besides the good free drinks that I had in the beginning of my evening is the fact that I was able to get to talk to the DJ guy more, and he is actually a really cool guy. I am assuming he is potentially interested in me because he asked about the guy friend of mine that I went to the bar with this past week, so I shall try to keep that in mind too. I am however, going to do something to repay him for his act of sincere kindness because it really meant a lot; I am thankful I didn't have to take a cab from across town to my car.
The moral of my story is always make sure that your transportation arrangements are solidified if your car is parked across town.
I still reek of smoke and my throat hurts. I have to be to work in 4 hours so I should probably do something about it too.