Which damn fool decided that our main industry dinner and piss-up would move from a Thursday night to a Monday night?Having always had to give out an award in the past has saved me from myself: couldn't start drinking too early, as I needed to be able to walk across a dance floor, onto a stage, give out a trophy, have my picture taken in full view of 1000 of my peers.
This year I didn't have to do the trophy thing, I just trolled along as a regular punter, and boy what a difference it made.
I started warming up early, so I was in the party frame of mind before the drinks had even started. I haven't done a list on this new blog yet, so I think now is the time.
Things I lost last night/yesterday:
- the plot
- my composure
- my best Chanel lipgloss
- my cool (too drunk to be cool)
- £100 cash (duh)
- all the business cards I collected earlier
- my inhibitions (within acceptable limits)
- my liver function (probably)
- the ability to string together cogent sentences
- reassurance that I can still party hard till 5am and do a teleconference at 8
Things I gained as a result of last night:
- a shocking hangover
- some new friends
- some reassurance that I would be eminently employable
- a possible enormous new chunk of work
- brand reinforcement (get me, dressed in the corporate colours...)
- a series of creepy texts from a little engineer guy that looked like a mini Salman Rushdie
- a big smile
Someone needs to telling that little fella I was only chatting to him because no one else was, and he was on my table, and I was trying to be the consummate guest. I figure with my cleavage at eye level, he became distracted.
You know what? I had a blast.
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