a drink or two

Last night I laughed for hours. I met zach at calico jacks to have “a drink or two” to see off his creative director who has taken a job in NYC and is moving on Saturday. To protect his identity he will here on out be referred to as “the boss” (not to be confused with springsteen). Hours of shenanigans ensued. This is where the slapping started. And punching. Zach’s boss slapped our friend christian really hard across the face. It is funny. Apparently “it doesn’t hurt. It is just loud and surprising.” so all night zach’s boss is slapping him, zach is slapping his soon to be ex-boss. One of their clients showed up and he and zach were attached at the hip all night long punching eachother really hard. It is a game that is too dumb to explain. So after calico jacks we moseyed to the old school part of the las vegas strip to a lil hole in the wall kareoke bar called Dino’s. I don’t even know how to sum up in words what happened here. The long of the short of it involved “the boss” insanely dancing (a young lady singing pat benetar’s “heartbreaker” really got him going) and spinning this big wheel and falling and falling. And our crazy friend carrie getting a little too excited during her musical number of "these boots are made for walking" throwing down the mic stand and being violently reprimanded by the kareoke overseer (what would you call that, an emcee?) during the whole insane altercation resulting from the fragile wheel and mic stand abuse and a flying rubber duck and popcorn everywhere tony was calmly speaking over the microphone that everything is going to be ok. Kinda hard to explain the insane level of humor here. However, the other local faithful (very serious) kareoke participants were not amused. When “the boss” picked up elisa and had her upside down I got really concerned she was about to be dropped on her head and this would be not-so-funny anymore. Zach tried to intervene as the boss was spinning around and unbeknownst to him, showing his backside to us all as his pants were falling down. A few more broken bottles, slapping and my being forced on the dance floor with “the boss” (as he kept explaining to me that I MUST follow his lead) we were on to the next location. The one and only champagne’s café. More slapping. More punching between zach and then client. Elisa began eating petals off a rose and then did a shot and ran to the bathroom. Apparently rose petals and petrone don’t mix. The boss fell down backwards in his chair, then got up to hug zach goodbye, causing zach to fall backwards creating a domino effect of bar stools. We all escaped. Unscathed. Now I am dealing with the last work day of the week on little sleep. I think it was worth it.