We Are Not Amused

I went to visit my family in Massachusetts for Memorial Day weekend. We laughed, we cried. We cried and cried some more. Turns out, Mom and Dad read the blog. (Hi Mom! Hi Dad!) So Mom and Dad knew that I quit my job — I guess that also means they know my sister had [...]

Down with Carlo Rossi

At work last week, a few of us compared notes on our worst night of drinking ever; Carlo Rossi was implicated twice. Jose Cuervo, once. One friend, depressed over a guy, said she was going to do a shot of tequila for every person that was in the room. She passed out by 9pm and [...]