Monday, December 19, 2005
Lawyer Party
So on Friday night I had the pleasure of attending my friends' Holiday Party Extravaganza. They work at a law firm even bigger than mine, which means even more money is thrown at the Big Time Holiday Party. My firm's party was a black tie affair at the Four Seasons; the MoFos (Morgan Foerster)rented out fucking SBC park. The party area was the entire club level, complete with buffets and open bars and a stage with a band known as the MoFonics, and some dude with a video camera capturing it all and projecting it live on the stadium scoreboard.
What you guys will want to hear about is the two tours I took. One took me through the annals of the park, out onto the infield, into the dugout, into the visitors' clubhouse, and into the press booth. I picked up the bullpen phone and it starting ringing. The tour guide told me to put the phone down. I went into the shower room and turned on the shower. The tour guide told me to get out of there. We ditched the press booth lecture because we were late for BATTING PRACTICE.
Yes. Batting practice in the batting tunnel. The machine was set to 60 mph and I hit the shit out of it. I was probably the best hitter, but these people were fucking drunk as hell.
Anyway, a good night.
So on Friday night I had the pleasure of attending my friends' Holiday Party Extravaganza. They work at a law firm even bigger than mine, which means even more money is thrown at the Big Time Holiday Party. My firm's party was a black tie affair at the Four Seasons; the MoFos (Morgan Foerster)rented out fucking SBC park. The party area was the entire club level, complete with buffets and open bars and a stage with a band known as the MoFonics, and some dude with a video camera capturing it all and projecting it live on the stadium scoreboard.
What you guys will want to hear about is the two tours I took. One took me through the annals of the park, out onto the infield, into the dugout, into the visitors' clubhouse, and into the press booth. I picked up the bullpen phone and it starting ringing. The tour guide told me to put the phone down. I went into the shower room and turned on the shower. The tour guide told me to get out of there. We ditched the press booth lecture because we were late for BATTING PRACTICE.
Yes. Batting practice in the batting tunnel. The machine was set to 60 mph and I hit the shit out of it. I was probably the best hitter, but these people were fucking drunk as hell.
Anyway, a good night.
