Happy Hour

Sometimes I try and continue the tradition and write happy hour emails for work. I thought you fellows might enjoy this one:

Subject: It's a date!

...so then I was like, “show me a crocodile that knows anything about accounting, and I’ll show you a giraffe that’s an expert on climate change!”

Yeah, that’s what I said. OK, catch you later.

Oh hi, didn’t see you there. How’s it going?

Coffee huh? I, uh, drink coffee too…

You can say that again!

Hey uh, I was wondering… I mean I don’t know… are you, uh… do you, um… you see me and the boys are…

Let me start over. I was thinking if you don’t have anything better to do, I mean don’t already have plans… well here’s the deal. I’m heading out with some other coworkers to hit up The Exchange tomorrow night on G street between 17^th and 18^th.

Yeah… pretty sweet. I figure we’ll drink some pints eat some burgers, maybe sit outside and heckle some lobbyists or watch some baseball… you know, whatever.

So, if you’re not doing anything you should come on by.

Oh, I see, well that could wait another day couldn’t it…

Yeah, I guess that’s pretty serious… did I mention Zeph is going to be there?

Oh, you can come. Great.

Well how about I pick you up… uhhhhh… at the elevators at 5:45 pm.

See you then! I gotta get back to work.

AJ