Someone we know...

may have gone to happy hour at a bar in Adams Morgan that shall remain nameless *cough* the Mill *cough* last night with two coworkers for "a drink" which ended up being three hours of drinking two pitchers, several shots and huffing down a pack of cigs. Someone we know may have told the bartender that the girl serving shots of some rank beer had crabs and he should stop chatting her up. Someone we know may have also told the same bartender that my coworker who has the hots for him one time threw up on herself while driving home drunk. Someone we know, in collaboration with another coworker, may have taken 12 empty shot glasses and put them in other coworker's Vera Bradley bag and then turned her into the bartender for stealing them. Someone we know may have also met an underground caucasian rapper named after an 80s arcade game who was trying to hawk his debut CD for $5.00 and asked said rapper if he was as good as K-Fed. Someone we know may have gotten home, drunk dialed up, emailed several people with not-so-nice thoughts and then passed out fully dressed still wearing contacts. Someone we know also woke up at 3am, still on couch and dressed, thanking baby Jesus that I didn't have to work, then realizing that it's only Thursday and I do have to work, cussing and crying and then passing out again in bed...still wearing clothes and contacts.

I don't know who that was, but that's what I heard...