the thing about after work drinks is that everyone ends up talking about work. i went to work drinks tonight and everyone became mega worky . and i just wanted to get heened and talk about who was hooking in.

the work drinks were off site. at some other offices occupied by some other agency entirely. it had harbour views. and great food. and we talked about work. even though the man who coarranged it should probably be my boyfriend because he is so perfect for me, i couldn't even engage in the work discussions. i sat down and let my mind wander. i thought about what i would have for dinner (nothing in the end because i ate too many little pikelets with blue cheese) and what i would wear tomorrow (jury is still out on this one. there are two experimental outfits or one tried and true that i could go with. i'm trying to convince myself to be experimental. we'll see) and how awesome my heartshaped necklace looked in the reflective glass (hint: it looked really really awesome).
after the ordeal of trying to look interested at the drinks i went home and lay on the flokati rug. and watched weeds.

from now on i'm not going to work drinks unless i think there is a realistic chance that either (a) someone will tell me some gossip i didn't already know (adding nuances to the gossip i do already know would also qualify here) or (b) there is a realistic chance that i can add to the gossip production due to my outrageous behaviour. i think these new rules will revolutionise my life.