Between the work bully and some other office drama, my job has been pretty stressful lately. It's easy to get caught up in feeling sorry for yourself when things at work are bad. But nights like last night make it all worth while.
Rob and I met a group of hysterical co-workers for happy hour at Il Pirata last night. These are people who know how to tell a great story and who will laugh with you until beer comes out your nose. With these guys, all those terrible things that have happened at work suddenly become the funniest things you ever heard.
We sat out on the patio drinking pitchers of stella and eating garlic fries and laughing until the fog rolled in and the sun went down. I feel mighty tired this morning, but it was so worth it!