I'm so glad I sobered up
Rich recently finished a job for a marketing group and we attended the open house last night. He had been telling me about all of the folks who worked there, including one woman who was over the top with inapporpriate sex talk all the time. As we were aproaching the building, he's pointing out all of the people he's been working with, "...and that's the guy who did the fliers, that's the owner, the one in black is one of the designers."
I asked which one the flirt was, and he said he didn't see her, but that I would know her when I saw her.
I already felt bad for her, because there's no reason I shouldn't have been like her . Grace of God, amen. Also, there was the chance that she wasn't even that bad -- Rich is somewhat of a harsh judge.
For twenty minutes or so, we mingled, made people laugh, talked about work, kids, and did research on which hors devoirs to skip and where to find more of those nutty covered grape things.
It was when I looked over to the sudden commotion at the bar, that Rich was completely validated, "is that her with the name tag on her ass, all bent over and shakin that thing?"
Normally, my heart would go out to a sister making a fool of herself, but that was just priceless.