Mistaken Identity

Had my firm's Coles dinner at Number 8 in Crown tonight. By that, I mean the team that was working on the Coles Myer job that recently completed.

Anyway, I had a bit to drink during dinner. And mind you, in my terms, a bit really means a bit. I'm a cheap drunk. I had a glass of whatever sauvignon, which is white wine I think with my half a dozen oysters. As the glass continued to empty down my thirsty throat, I felt the world around me spinning faster and faster, and everything in my world just coming into perspective (or perhaps it was going out of perspective...who knows!).

Anyway, very soon, I was pretty red. And as I had steak for my main, I decided to order a red wine to go along with the red meat. Oh, after half a glass, I was a red as a tomato.

I was calling my colleague, Tony. But the words "TOMMY!! TOMMY!!!" slipped from my mouth. He didn't answer. Then I called again. And he finally turned around. And he's like...are you calling me? And I was like...oh shit. I meant to say Tony!! What's up with that??

I had to cool down a bit after dessert (which was a delectable Number 8 homemade ice-cream - chocolate and something else...vanilla? but didn't really taste vanila-ish, and sorbet) before I drove home. Thank goodness I only stay around the corner from my office. So it was a pretty safe drive home. No knocking of old ladies or hotting at hotties passing by (not that I saw any anyway).