I had this work networking thing last night at the House of Blues--such a cool venue. I gawk like an idiot every time I'm there. As the office noob, my coworkers and boss think it's very amusing to get me another drink every time I reach the half-way point of the one I'm working on, despite (or, more likely, because of) my insistence that I can't hold my liquor. So I spent half the night with two drinks in my hands.
Now, as you may know, I have a habit of making myself look ridiculous on a fairly regular basis. And that's without social lubrication. So, of course when a contractor I work with (but had never met in person) approached me and asked about the dual drinks, I blurted out, "They'll all double-fisting me!"
What are the odds that he'll forget I was even there? Slim? None? Super.
Well, that's one way to be memorable.
(True: This Saturday, April 28, is my last night as Karaoke Jockey at Blueberry Hill in Forest Park, Illinois. Be there or be square. Or just far away.)