drunk day back again

i guess once upon a time, fridays used to be "drunk"day at work. this, i'm reckoning, was back in the day before we became all professional and had shorts days only on summertime Fridays (and no one slept off hangovers under their desk. yes, this was a regular occurrence back in the day from what i hear.). my boss's boss, being the cool guy that he is, came into our office to chat briefly with my boss, while i gave the illusion of being busy. a few minutes into the convo, my boss's boss (BB, from here on) turns in my direction to say, "goose, right?" perplexed at the random inquiry thrown my way, i continued clattering on my keyboard until i realized that random inquiry was, in fact, thrown my way. i turned to him to clarify: "excuse me?"

BB: goose, right? that's your drink?

me: (with hand to heart, comme Scarlett O'Hara) me??

BB: grey goose?

me: (at which point its dawned upon me that the "work" talk he'd been having with my boss is really "drink at work" talk) OH, YES! haha... sorry!

BB departs, along with his "girls" also known as director of marketing and director of something else and other director of something else (i dunno... the org chart will tell me), and returns with a box of hard liquor, some mixings, olives, ice, clear plastic cups (oh solo... where were you when we needed you most!?), and cat/dog napkins. after mixing up some cocktails, we proceeded to take the last hour off to imbibe in our cocktails, purchased for us, by my boss's boss.

yum. :)

(too bad i smelled like a saloon walking down hollywood blvd, per shawn.)