Sitting in the airport waiting for a flight that is much later today and thought I would get on here and declare my stupidity for all. Last night is a blur, and not because it flew by, but because I over imbibed. We went out to dinner as a group (the Business Services Division guys from Office Depot) and I had a few glasses of wine with dinner. I actually didn't cheat on my diet too awful much as I only ate half my Chicken Marsala and did not eat desert. Then after dinner I was planning on playing Eukre with some of my co-workers, but we couldn't find the fourth to join us. I was going to just run down to my room and pack, but my old boss Mark asked me to join him at the bar. I normally might have sat and drank one more glass of wine and politely excused myself, but from previous issues that occurred with Mark back when I transferred to Cincinnati, I felt that he was offering a sort of apology so I felt somewhat obligated. As such I settled in for a while and played numerous rounds of billiards, and drank numerous glasses of wine.
Here is where things get a bit fuzzy. At some point Tina called me (I know this because she told me this morning that we talked), and I know I had intended on calling her when I got back to my room. Somehow I made it back to my room (I assume under my own power) and woke up laying on top of my bed (it was still made), all the lights in the whole room were on (and I'm not talking one or two, every single light), and my clothes were strewn throughout the room. It was 3 am. I went around the room and turned out all the lights and went back to sleep.
When I woke up at 6:15 am to pack and prepare for my trip home a forensic examination began. I found an article of clothing in almost every room. I vaguely remember being in that room and leaving clothing as I went. That is why I'm fairly sure I did all this under my own power and wasn't carried there by the culprit that gave me the Rufe (Just a joke). Why I turned on all the lights I don't know. What I do know is that I had a horrendous hangover the likeness of which I have never felt in my life (and hopefully will never ever feel again). At some point during packing I placed my car keys inside a pocket of my laptop case that I never use and subsequently in my hung over state got to the airport and was sure I had left them in my room. I called the hotel and had them check while calling one of my counterparts that was with us last night to see if they would collect them and get them to someone on the way to the airport if they were found at the hotel. I didn't get any strange or odd response or tales of my inebriation so I assume I didn't do anything stupid. My counterparts are always very ready to let each other know when we've done stupid things. Its like sharks in the water when blood is spilled. I also discovered that the bus drivers that take you from the rental car return to the airport tend to stomp on the gas and the brake frequently, and make sharp turns. I also found that in a hung over state, quick starts, and stops and sharp turns result in extreme nausea. But I managed to keep my cookies in the cookie jar sparing those poor rental customers from sharing my Chicken Marsala with me. So I just have to make it a few more hours to the other end of this funk and I'll remember to make wiser choices in the future.
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