The good thing about an open bar at the office holiday party is that you can drink as much as you like. The bad thing about an open bar is the next morning, when you remember everything you said and did under the influence, as you decide whether or not it's appropriate to die of shame.
And was that me in the overcrowded bar at the after party, screaming Bon Jovi lyrics while I threw myself around the dance floor? Yes, yes it was. And was that me suggesting, nay insisting, to the HR manager that we force everybody to play name bingo for prizes?
Oh dear God, it was.
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