Rule #1 at work functions: Don't drink so much that you black out and wake up on the boss' couch

Scene:

Its last Saturday morning. I wake up. It's 5:30am and I stare confusedly at the somewhat familiar room full of children's toys. Then I realize I'm still fully clothed in yesterday's sweater and jeans and I begin to freak out a little. I look over and am immensely relieved to see Meghan sleeping beside me, and notice that she is also in yesterday's outfit. I try to think back on what I last remember.....oh yea, the company BBQ. Let's backtrack.

Last Friday night the employees of LeCayla Technologies decided to have a little get-together. Let me start out by saying that the entire company consists of 12 employees. However, Conor, our boss, decided that was more than enough people to justify purchasing a keg for the occasion, as well as champagne and copious amounts of wine. We all sat out on the patio at Conor's, eating hamburgers and "crisps." Meghan and I had been looking forward to the opportunity to bond with our coworkers, and we took it upon ourselves to get the party started. After a few beers and glasses of wine, Larry, our other boss who is Irish but now lives in California, decided that the concept of a keg stand needed to be introduced to his country. Meg and I jumped at the suggestion and suspended him in the air, chanting the number of seconds Larry was able to chug while the rest of the party gawked. This is pretty much the last thing either of us remember until the moment we woke up the next morning on the pull out couch in the childrens' playroom. We got up, snuck around the house until we found our shoes, scribbled a note to Conor and his wife apologizing for any "inappropriate behavior based on alcohol consumption" (yes, that is literally what we wrote; I got a classic photo of Meg writing the letter still drunk while it's still dark out), and jetted out of the house asap until we found a cab to take us home (where we passed out again for a few more hours). The next day we tried to pretend the whole night didn't really happen, but on Monday morning we knew we had to face the music.

We walked into the office, eyes cast downward in shame. We stopped in the doorway of Conor's office with embarrassed smiles on our faces and began to apologize until he stopped us. He told us that we were "brilliant" and everyone had a great time, and if it made us feel any better he and Larry woke up together on the couches in the guesthouse the following morning while his two kids and wife were comfortably asleep upstairs. We felt much better after that.


We don't have a whole lot of news to report. Mainly work and seeing the inside of a lot of Irish pubs. We are having a great time and think we are going to bum around for a while longer. That means we are probably on something like "Plan E" now. Hope everyone is well, we will keep you updated and try and blog a bit more.

Cheers.