Saturday, June 03, 2006

See ya, Tyler!


One of our runners, Tyler (sitting in front with his girlfriend), is leaving the firm to go to work for a big time delivery company. I don't know if there is any profession which teaches a young man how to deal with pressure and people (women in particular) than being a runner in a law firm.

If you can handle thirty stressed out women who are all working on different *emergency* deadlines and different menstrual cycles, this is the job for you. We're going to miss you, Tyler.

That's Mr. Bought-Me-My-First-Beer back there making the John Corbett-ish rabbit ears behind our receptionist's head. I guess this is the new hipster groovy thing to do these days.

This is also the night that became my big Jimmy Vaughan experience. I have two unbreakable rules about going out during the week, especially if we go out straight from work:
  1. If I'm going to stay out late, I don't drink...much.
  2. If I'm going to go in early (say 10-ish), I can drink more because I have more time to *sleep it off*.
These rules were learned the hard way a loooonnnnnnggggg time ago. On occasion though, there's a breakdown in the system (as in the Jimmy Vaughan night) and the combination of too much alcohol mixed with late hours (you know I can't leave a concert until it's over) makes for a looooonnnnnnggggg next day at the office which no amount of caffeine or quicky restroom naps can remedy. Damn Grande Suprema margaritas.

4 comments:

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Hey, there. I found you in the picture. (I think.)

Also, I didn't see any margaritas. So Vaughn must have been some other time....

Laurie said...

I'm in the red shirt on the right.

You see those big mugs on the table? Those were once filed with margaritas. My empty mug is all the way to the left, out of camera range.

Larry Jones said...

You sleep in the restroom? I always suspected the ladies rooms were nicer than ours...

Laurie said...

Larry - I made it sound much too glamorous. I nap in the stall. :)