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Dec 19, 2013 - 11:34 AM |
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This is going to be glorious. |
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Tonight is my office's Christmas party. And I'm already looking forward to how hilariously (and mind-numbingly) awkward New Kid is going to be.
We're going to the same place we went last year... a little Italian place in downtown SONO (South Norwalk: Where the rich people who are still too poor for SOHO live). It's a nice place, owned by an off-the-boat Italian, staffed by a bunch of Mexicans. Formal attire not required, but a nice shirt wouldn't hurt.
After dinner, we'll probably do exactly what we did last year, and go across the street to a little bar and drink ourselves silly. Its a bit of a dive bar, but the draw is that they focus on delicious craft beers, with over 30 on tap. Of course, we're in the middle of a rich, private college area, so it'll be filled wall-to-wall with trust-fund college boys with popped collars and something to prove. (Tangent: Last year, one of these kids was so drunk that he kept wobbling into ADD/ADHD Co-Worker, then got offended that ADD kept nudging him away. It resulted in him giving ADD a stinkeye that said "I wanna start a fight with you, but you're a big scary black dude, so maybe I'll have my dad hire you as our butler instead.")
So we're discussing the party yesterday, and the conversation with New Kid went something like this:
New Kid: "This place where we're going... what kind of drinks do they have?"
Me: "They've got the good stuff. Some imported beers that are 'eh', but not a bad wine in the place."
New Kid: "Oh, so I can get a sangria? Awesome."
Me: "..."
New Kid: "What about afterwards? You said something about a bar...?"
Me: "Yeah, the bar's awesome. Its a total beer bar, lots of great craft beers."
New Kid: "So they'll have some good hard ciders then? Like Woodchuck, or Redds?"
Me: *sigh* "...probably."
So to add to this already hilarious image, New Kid shows up today in a SUIT AND TIE. So lets think about this: at the restaurant, he's going to be offered a glass of $50/bottle wine, and will ask for Sangria instead. At the bar, he'll be in this stuffy suit and tie, sipping his hard cider, surrounded by drunk college boys who will look at him like a chew toy.
I can't wait for tonight.
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