Under Pressure

I'm too susceptible to peer pressure.

Last night, some coworkers and I decided we'd grab a "quick" drink at Acorn after work to celebrate an ex-coworker being home from New York City.

My original plan had been to grab a drink, do laundry, give my dog a bath, wrap presents and pack.

Ha.

Five hours later, we'd progressed to a new bar and picked up an entire crew of people--one of whom regaled me with stories of Tokyo and taught me dirty phrases in Japanese. (Zakennayo baka yaro!)

After 5 hours spent swilling mojitos and eating tapas, I decided I had to go home. Where I proceeded to pass out on my bed in a blurry exhaustion.

This morning I woke up with a slight headache and a hint of guilt. I'm supposed to be leaving for home after work today, but I'm nowhere near being ready. Which means I might be forced to drag dirty laundry home like a destitute college student.

The problem is, my boss informed us this morning that we're shutting down the office at noon for a holiday lunch/drinking celebration. Which will make my packing/expedition home quite interesting...