So my firm's happy hour was tonight. I found out about it yesterday, and thought "Shit, another hangover on a week night. I'll pass." But then my buddy talked me into going and it turns out I had a great time. This is the first firm-funded happy hour I've been to, and there is nothing like drinking as much as you possibly can for free.
So anyway, we had a raffle too. Everyone who came in got a ticket, tore it in half, and put one half in a bucket. Each half has the same number on it, yada yada. You know how it works.
So anyway again, I didn't win shit during the raffle. People got these $400 gift certificates to various stores and whatnot, and for the billionth time in my life I walked away empty handed. But then one of the managing partners of the firm walks up to the mic and says "Oh, and by the way we're drawing 10 more names, spur of the moment like, for cash prizes. Stick around." It was more eloquent than that, but that's pretty much what he said.
9 more loser winners come and go, and just as I'm walking back over to the patio for another beer in the nice warm evening air, they call my number as the last one. $1,000 bitches.
So yeah. I'm thinking I'll fly Bubbles out to Big D for a weekend of hot fucking.
Yes? No?
So anyway, we had a raffle too. Everyone who came in got a ticket, tore it in half, and put one half in a bucket. Each half has the same number on it, yada yada. You know how it works.
So anyway again, I didn't win shit during the raffle. People got these $400 gift certificates to various stores and whatnot, and for the billionth time in my life I walked away empty handed. But then one of the managing partners of the firm walks up to the mic and says "Oh, and by the way we're drawing 10 more names, spur of the moment like, for cash prizes. Stick around." It was more eloquent than that, but that's pretty much what he said.
9 more loser winners come and go, and just as I'm walking back over to the patio for another beer in the nice warm evening air, they call my number as the last one. $1,000 bitches.
So yeah. I'm thinking I'll fly Bubbles out to Big D for a weekend of hot fucking.
Yes? No?