Workshy Shmorky.

By this point, I was very, very drunk and five minutes away from cunningly pulling off an impromptu dance off out of my boss' line of sight. Turns out I was wrong about the latter but decisively won the former with some Chaka Khan big hair moves. Well, Apparently so, as I don't really have total recall. Farewell night for a team member. I had a middle aged lady hangover the next day; once I regained my stomach muscle composure after their involuntary workout in the powder room the next morning, I gave in and stayed in bed and read another Caitlin Moran book. Until the need for a full on plate of carbohydrate hangover pasta called to me. Lightweight. Thanks Dave, and for the lift home.