"Co-worker is leaving, drinks tonight?"
"Can't, I have work at 9AM."
"Come, on, just a couple drinks, it's his last night out!"
"...Fine."
Turns into:
7:30PM: Fuck wearing jackets, let's just do a few shots, we won't feel the cold.
8PM: A 37-person zerg descends on a pub. Halfway through security, one co-worker gets turned away as he's wearing shorts. We all pile back out onto the street.
8:17PM: Oooh, McDonalds.
8:45PM: Zerg has inflated past the point of a headcount. Descends on a pub. Shots, shots, shots.
Somewhere after 11PM: Someone orders a Sex on the Beach. It's fucking terrible. Bartender should be ashamed. We nominate new names for the drink. Winner: Foreplay on Damp Pavement. Notable mention: Interrupted Head on the Boardwalk.
Around 1AM: The beautiful Polish translator has fallen so many times it's a bit concerning. Sweet younger guy in the office is throwing up on the dancefloor.
After 1AM: Me, having an 'earnest conversation' with the bouncer about maybe letting my friends back inside, they'll be better, honest. He tells me off about health and safety & says the only reason he hadn't kicked us all out sooner is because the manager didn't want to offend such a huge party. We were ridiculously proud of this for some reason. Shots!
Around 1:30AM: Listening to denied-entry translator tearfully recount her ejection: "I was lying on the floor and he was shouting at me in Polish. I was doing this." proceeds to wave arms beautifully above her head "I was trying to look classy but I know I didn't..." (She's so cute you guys, her sad face made me wanna fight the bouncer.)
A bit after 1:30AM: We leave, the bouncer seemingly enjoys trading insults with those of the party who use their choicest disses, found at the bottom of Jager Bombs a few minutes ago, on our way out.
1:45AM: The zerg has gained and lost mass, I lost count. We descend on a nightclub. SHOTS.
3AM: Club closes, we get booted out.
3:05: The one kebab shop still open welcomes the zerg. Kebab does not mean what I, the lone American, think it means. It was gross. I slathered it in ketchup. It was gross but tolerable. The ketchup also wasn't great. I ate it all.
A bit after 3:30AM: Alexa, set alarm for 8AM.
All the hours since 8AM: Pain.
Seriously, the office was full of zombies today. It's Ramadan, so our co-workers who were fasting and thus did not come out with us? Seriously unimpressed. I brought in Krispy Kremes for everyone though, so we mostly muddled through on carbs, sugar, and that twilight between 'still kinda drunk' and 'hungover'.
Verdict: Would do again. Great time. Best co-workers ever. My boss dances like a dork, would not trade him in.
Edited to fix club closure time, which makes me feel even sleepier.