Only a Couple of Drinks...

Bethany, we all know that job on "the hill" can be so stressful at times.  Sometimes, you just need a release.  When that total hottie Jim from upstairs in market research asks you out for happy hour cocktails, you acquiesce.  Jim makes a pinky swear promise that he'll have you home by 9:30.  Next thing you know, you're puking up the big slice you just chomped down.  It's now 3:30 in the morning, and Jim is nowhere to be found.  You're stumbling around Adam's Morgan in an Ann Taylor Loft business suit, sensible work heels, and a Cole Hahn tote?  In extremely slurred speech you scream, "Which fucking way is Clarendon?  How the fuck do I get back to Clar-en-don?"  No one hears you Bethany, because they're all drunk too!  "I swear on Monday that fucking Jim is gonna get it...!"