Birdhouse in my soul

Went out for a quick one after work last night... got back at 1am steaming drunk after sleeping in the cab on the way home. This was not ideal. I don't seem to ever be able to learn that my liver and premium strength lager do not a happy marriage make. It was someone's leaving do... someone I had never met in person and had limited dealings with via email and very occasionally on the phone. Any excuse for a party. Woke up this morning looking rough as hell and feeling ten times worse. Thank god the boy was there to ferry me home. I guess work romances do have their benefits. The problem with having a bar literally in your place of work is that you get completely trashed and then still have to walk out of the building past the security staff that will be perfectly capable of reminding you of any embarrassing drunken behaviour. There was some crazy condiment dancing I'd rather forget.. who doesn't want to dance with an HP sauce bottle in an erotic manner in front of your colleagues. Oh well, I guess this is the beginning of my last week... better to get it out of my system now and start my new job with a reputation for decent behviour and self control... as if that's likely!