Oi!

Last night my staff and I went out. We were given some cash from the DD Coordinator at the county to help us celebrate the fact that we were successful in getting all of our cases enrolled into a new funding system. That was 400 in less than 7 months. No small task but we did it and maintained our sanity...sort of. Anyway...we left work at 3pm and headed over to TG's (a local bar/restaurant. We had dinner and then those of us who didn't have to rush home stayed at the bar and imbibed. We were, undoubtedly, the life of the bar. At one point, we pretty much had everyone in the bar including the bartenders and two of the waitresses dancing to James Brown. "Get up offa that thang!" Twas fun!

Next we went to Paddy O's which is an Irish pub. There were about 5 people in the bar when we got there. Had a few more drinks. Ended up shaking things up by performing a group rap of "Baby Got Back". Yes, there was dancing, if you can call it that!



We ended the night at Stan's on Washington which is called that to keep people from mixing it up with...wait, there's no other place called Stan's here in Kenosha, so I don't know why they felt the need to clarify where it was located in the name of the place. The place was ubercrowded but we muscled our way to a table. More drinks! Vodka! Had an hour long conversation about the mullet/braided pigtail some guy was sportin' at the bar. Yes, mullets rule in Wisconsin. Hey, if you hit your hairdo peak in 1982 you might as well stick with it, right?

There is a distinct advantage to going out for a night of drinking and debauchery with my staff. They respect me as their boss and so felt the need to keep buying me drinks! Ten and a half hours of bar hopping and I spent a total of $5. Sweet!



We left Stan's (on Washington) at 1:30am. Took a moment for sloppy group hugs telling each other how much we loved each other. Luckily, Stan's is only 5 blocks from my house. I came home and when to bed and slept like a baby.

Arnie, the wondercat, decided that 6am was just about the right time to pounce on the head of his hungover person (ME) and insist that all sleeping would cease immediately. I love my kitty but I do confess to a few thoughts that bordered on animal cruelty. Even hungover, I just can't get mad at the little monster. Except when he bites my hair...cause that shit hurts! But it did get me out of bed. Oi!