What they didn't teach me in business school

So last weekend I went down to see Tracy down at the local watering hole and who should be there but my nemesis at our client's company; we'll call him Papa G (which is what he started calling himself). Anwyay, I haven't gotten along all that well with Papa G because early in our dealings I got the distinct impression he didn't like working with someone much younger than himself. I can understand that, and I mostly kept out of his hair whenever I could and had him deal with senior management that he could relate to a little better.

Well apparently the way into the heart of the client is to buy him drinks down at the bar. In fact, you can get away with all kinds of shenanigans by having a beer with the client. It also helps that your client is going drink for drink with you; you drink light beer and he drinks double vodka mixers. I tried to get this on video on my cellphone, but the picture didn't show up at all. At that point he also leaned in and slurred something about showing me how it's done and fucking myself. Anyway I got to watch the Yankees fall apart due to swarms of insects and the early part of the Red Sox game.

Tracy also invited over some of her girl friends. The problem with this is I had absolutely NO game (what else is new, right?) I don't know what it is, but I'm just not comfortable in a town where people smash beer bottles against the necks of people I know. So I walk up to the group and sit at thier table and pretend I have no idea that they're even there. One of them got up and asked me to hold her purse, so I put the purse over my arm. The girls come back from the bathroom and the girl asks me for her purse, so I look at her and say "what purse?" She kind of laughs and says that her purseis on my arm, so I reply with "This isn't apurse it's a European carry-all I picked up in Italy!" at that point her friend laughed and I should have moved in on her, but I was a little too hammered.

Disclaimer: this isn't how I normally roll, but if you think about it, this maniever served two purposes - make a funny and help me figure out who has the sense of humor in the pack. Yeah, I'm really grasping at straws here.

I walked back to the bar, stole Papa G's cigarettes and lighter and went outside to sober up.

Yesterday at work I got a phone call from Papa G, he asked me to come over and have a quick meeting with him. Iw as a little worried, as I definitely remember waking up on Saturday thinking, "who the hell did I steal cigarettes from last night?" So I thought I might get the stern talking to, or maybe he wanted to make sure I deleted the videos of him dancing around on my cellphone, or maybe he wanted his cigarettes back. In fact, he wanted to ask a question about the last meeting we had and knew I would have the answer. I did. Awesome.

Alcohol, promoting commerce in our everyday lives.

In Jesus name give me a deuce!

Sorry to post this, because it doesn't involve me being drunk and/or doing anything stupid, but I'm watching the final table of the World Series of Poker and the guy who wins (Jerry Yang) is turning the poker room into a revival. Now I'm all for that old-time religion, but I seriously don't think God gives a shit who wins the World Series of Poker...