Guilty Secret #6

A long time ago (maybe a year plus), I got drunk with my coworkers at ImageCare. We rode the train back into the city, and had massive drinks. I got into an inebriated state. Not a tipsy, charmingly wobbly kind of state – I’m talking sloppy, slurring-every-word drunk. In this manner, I stumbled into Pot Pan and ordered some food. It was wintertime I think, and they offered me tea while I waited. At some point, I put my head down and passed out cold, sitting in a chair, one arm resting on the countertop, my head resting on my arm. I recall one of the restaurant workers shaking me awake, informing me my food was ready.

Heh.