Why is that when I decide to let my hair down and go out on a Saturday night for a few (ok, a lot) drinks, I inevitably end up meeting a co-worker out at the bar? Every damn time. It never fails. And 99% of the time, the first thing they say to me is “I didn’t think you came out to bars.” Do I give off an ode-de-boring-mommy at work? Perhaps the reason I don’t show my fun side and drink at work functions is because I’m a wild woman when I hit the liquor. I love to have a good time and frankly, I don’t want to make an ass out of myself in front of the people I have to see 40 hours a week.
At this rate, the whole office will soon know I’m secretly a trampy-lookin’, booze-hound party-girl.
posted by LadyLipgloss at 10:28 AM