Happy Hour

We generally make a concerted effort to avoid getting to know our co-workers. We figure the less we know about them, the less we will not like them. Usually the only time we speak to a co-worker is to say something along the lines of:

"No it's not a flask."

or

"If We hear another Nickleback song from your computer, you're getting punched in the throat!"

So it only stands to reason that we don't participate in the American institution, that is Happy Hour. We do not really understand the attraction and this is perhaps another, of about a thousand reasons why we often feel out of place in this country. The only reason we can foresee us attending a Happy Hour is if we had the hots for a cute co-worker, and wanted to get her dru...errr get to know her in a social environment.

We're a bit baffled about the whole social drinking thing too. We've never needed alcohol to have a good time. We can be endearing and charming, and have even been known to cut-a-little-rug too, and all alcohol does is hinder these skills. We don't drink to have fun and loosen-up, we drink for the reason all of us should -- to suppress our fears and forget our problems.

On that note, we better get to this week's edition of Drinking Alone.