Oh, the lovely Company party...
Dec. 16th, 2004 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI spent most of yesterday hungover. Not from alcohol, but from diphenhydramine, the active ingredient in most over-the-counter sleeping aids, like Nytol™ or Sominex™. I took a full dose of the Tylenol™ brand "Simply Sleep", and I paid the consequences. At least I got a full night's sleep Tuesday night; I might have felt like crud Wednesday, but it was a fully rested crud, better than the "I haven't gotten a decent night's rest in four days" crud I was feeling earlier.
Yesterday Omaha and I were goingto go to my company's holiday party at the Experience Music Project, to which my company is a "Patron" supporter, which started at six. The plan was,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tygereclipse would be home so she could watch Kouryou-chan, Omaha would bus up here around 4:30 to attend a short business meeting of her own, then head over to the EMP to meet me. At 4:50 I get a call from one of her business partners. "Uh, I called Omaha to see where she was, and when she answered the phone she sounded kinda weird. Then another voice came on the phone, her name was Kim, and they were in an ambulance headed to Highline."
Sigh.
I called Omaha's number and got Omaha. She was lucid, but she couldn't use the phone in the emergency room. I packed up my gear and headed down to get her. She was fine, dressed in a hospital gown with a blood shunt in her elbow. It was cold in there. The doctor was nice enough, but the nurse had no sense of humor. Omaha was discharged within half an hour, we headed home to pick up Omaha's meds as the doctor recommended, and then she insisted we got to the party.
I've never been to the EMP, so it was a new experience. It was nice to get in on the company dime. I don't know that I would have spent $12.50 myself just to learn that Brittney Spears' costume had very little bust, or that 50 Cent can actually sing despite his accent, or that Bing Crosby was born in the Pacific Northwest. On the other hand, it was interesting to see Queensryche in their big-hair phase, and the Dylan and Hendrix exhibits were fascinating.
And, y'know, for a company with barely a hundred employees, we have three in-house bands, none of which are terrible. The first one, from our QA group, did late 60's, early 70's stuff with aplomb and skill; the second, from hardware development, was 80's covers done rather raw, and then there's software dev, which does 90's heavy metal. Loudly. All in all, very competent. The engineer put the bass player up too high, though.
Omaha and I went home early. My ears couldn't take the volume; I usually bring ear plugs to concerts and always have. After all, they're built with mid-70's technology and their failure mode is painful and went straight to bed.
Yesterday Omaha and I were goingto go to my company's holiday party at the Experience Music Project, to which my company is a "Patron" supporter, which started at six. The plan was,
tygereclipse would be home so she could watch Kouryou-chan, Omaha would bus up here around 4:30 to attend a short business meeting of her own, then head over to the EMP to meet me. At 4:50 I get a call from one of her business partners. "Uh, I called Omaha to see where she was, and when she answered the phone she sounded kinda weird. Then another voice came on the phone, her name was Kim, and they were in an ambulance headed to Highline."Sigh.
I called Omaha's number and got Omaha. She was lucid, but she couldn't use the phone in the emergency room. I packed up my gear and headed down to get her. She was fine, dressed in a hospital gown with a blood shunt in her elbow. It was cold in there. The doctor was nice enough, but the nurse had no sense of humor. Omaha was discharged within half an hour, we headed home to pick up Omaha's meds as the doctor recommended, and then she insisted we got to the party.
I've never been to the EMP, so it was a new experience. It was nice to get in on the company dime. I don't know that I would have spent $12.50 myself just to learn that Brittney Spears' costume had very little bust, or that 50 Cent can actually sing despite his accent, or that Bing Crosby was born in the Pacific Northwest. On the other hand, it was interesting to see Queensryche in their big-hair phase, and the Dylan and Hendrix exhibits were fascinating.
And, y'know, for a company with barely a hundred employees, we have three in-house bands, none of which are terrible. The first one, from our QA group, did late 60's, early 70's stuff with aplomb and skill; the second, from hardware development, was 80's covers done rather raw, and then there's software dev, which does 90's heavy metal. Loudly. All in all, very competent. The engineer put the bass player up too high, though.
Omaha and I went home early. My ears couldn't take the volume; I usually bring ear plugs to concerts and always have. After all, they're built with mid-70's technology and their failure mode is painful and went straight to bed.
