Grant Thornton had a holiday party this weekend. It was pretty great – in the city, right on the Embarcadero – and the whole crew came out. Eight of us started out the evening drinking some vodka & red bull and some Jack & coke in the hotel room. Before we even get to the party, we’ve got belligerent Zach on our hands. “Put me at a table with a partner! I want to sit with the partners!”
We arrive at the party and commence real drinking. More vodka & red bull, more Jack & coke, and now some wine. “Would you like red or white?” “Umm… both?” Enter: karaoke contest. Bust a Move was a hit. Sabrina did the backup vocals. Zach, you’ll have to tell this part a little better. When people were dying at the mic, Zach did a run-in to help them out. One of my friends came up to me and asked, “What does your husband do for a living? He is in the wrong profession. He could be a rapper.”
One of the managers then decides to have an after-party at his house. I didn’t see his wife much that night, but I guess maybe people disappear when their spouses go crazy. I was in a fighting mood, and I was trying to get one of the guys to punch me so I could punch him back, but he wouldn’t. My tiny friend Amelia punched me though, and so I punched her instead. I hope I didn’t hurt her too badly. Apparently after we left, Stephen and John were wrestling around and knocked a picture off the wall. Pretty fun. Pretty fun.