This was the morning of my last day at work. It was pure, poetic coincidence that my password was going to expire the Monday after I left. It was a half-day Friday and I spent that half day frantically wrapping up projects, archiving files on the server, and stuffing my desk drawers full of pictures of Nicholas Cage to greet Steve when he took over my desk. My Vista permissions were cut off before noon, and my email was locked before the end of the weekend (I was checking to make sure I caught any late responses to my farewell email.)
Hours and hours of drinking followed, first at Professor Thom's where I was eating a lot and pacing myself, then at Revival where my Bedford Happy Hours started. When Dan Alleva, my first boss when I started there, was setting up that first one he came up to me and said something like, "Are you free for a drink next week? We'll take you out, it's kind of the Bedford Way." And for me, for seven years, it really, really was.
After folks had stopped in and slipped out of these two bars (and gifted me with two bottles of whiskey!) Catie offered to host more drinks at her place. Of course it started pouring en route and we all got soaked, which wasn't all bad to me because I kind of like a good soaking in a warm-ish summer rain. Pizza, and whiskey, and some strange drinking game involving numbers later and there we were, those few left, Jon, Catie, Catie's roommates and I, singing karaoke to YouTube videos till 2am.
Not a bad last day, when you think about it.
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