Happy Hour

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I made cookies for work yesterday, Chocolate Chip Allspice. That's not the name they have in the cookbook, but it's a much more descriptive term. They're pretty tasty, but I don't know that I'll make them again. People at work appreciated them; all the cookies were gone before lunch. I made awesome progress on one of my surveys and actually finished all the work I need to do for this year's cycle. Woot! Next week I'll start work on another annual survey which promises to be much more complicated and will take me the full six weeks I have to get everything done. I am becoming the go-to person for editing around the office because I volunteered to fix papers a few times. It's good because some people in the office really don't understand the concept of grammar check, and typos really, really bother me. I got several free drinks at the work happy hour last night for editing an 80 page manual. Bonus! Work happy hour was a lot of fun last night because we had a number of employees from the field offices in headquarters for orientation this week, and they came out with us. I ended up with a group that did some bar hopping, so I stayed out a good bit later than I intended to (got home at 11 instead of 7 or 8). It turns out that I kick ass at darts when I'm drunk. This came as a complete surprise to me as I've never played darts before and assumed I would suck immensely. The guys I played against kept insisting that I had hustled them. If I'd been hustling, we would have actually been betting on the game. I chatted with a random guy at the last bar we went to for about an hour and ended up getting his number...which I have since realized that I threw away when I was cleaning out my pockets before I left the bar. Clearly I fail at picking up guys. I did give him my number, but he said he wouldn't call me unless I called him first. I'm not really expecting to talk the guy again. Oh well.

I'm going to see "How She Move" this afternoon as I have an unholy love for dance movies. Brooke's staying home because she is more sane. Laundry will have to happen later today as everything I wore yesterday smells like smoke from the bars. Bleh. My exciting weekend, I have shown you it.



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