Can’t Lose for Winning

CITY OF CHAMPIONS – I just graduated college this past summer. And I started my first real job in mid-September. Friday night was my 1^st official holiday party experience. It was so much more than I could have expected. Now I’m not so sure of the details during the party (and I’m afraid to ask my co-workers) but I’ve been filled in on what happened after.

Apparently there was a post party. I remember being at it so that’s all good. Then it’s blank. Until I figure it’s time for me to head home.

I was planning on taking the T but I missed the last one. I’m destroyed and it’s like a $50 cab ride home (I’m making entry level salary). I make my way outside and explain my situation to the foreign bouncers. In other words, I give them my cell phone and tell them to call my mom to pick me up (okay…I live at home too. I’m trying to save some cash up to move out). At the time it felt like the best option.

Foreign Bouncer: Hello, I have your son

My Moms: What? Who is this? Where’s my son? Who are you? Did you kidnap him?

So moms thinks that the foreign bouncer has kidnapped me and is making a ransom call. He finally is able to calm her down and explain what’s up. She agrees to come pick me up. Perfect!

Well…about 5 minutes pass and I guess that I’ve forgotten that moms is coming. Because I find a cab and jump into it. I get all the way home and realize that a car is missing from the driveway. That’s when I remember why. So I call her up and tell her to abort the mission. Too bad she’s already in Boston. My fault. By the time she gets home, I’m already fast asleep. And I don’t get up the next day until about 4:00. I had to hide out in my room for a bit. Not my finest moment. These parties are dangerous!