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champagne in the workplace
Tuesday, June 8 1999
Six bottles of champagne were uncorked in the workplace and I, along with the all of my colleagues, partook of it from small plastic champagne glasses. The occasion was the secure arrival of millions of dollars of investor money. Suddenly we had great reserves to draw from in our competitive battles with rival companies.
On an empty stomach, the carbonation-propelled alcohol went directly to my brain. I became amazingly weak-minded considering how relatively little I'd had.
In the evening Kim and I watched Sex and Zen, a pornographic movie about a young Chinese scholar who believes that chastity is an unrealistic expectation of Buddhism. But it's more than can be summed up in a sentence. For example, in one hilarious scene a crazy, somewhat disreputable doctor cuts off a penis with a small guillotines and then replaces it with a much larger member removed from a horse. In the end, it's turned into a sort of twisted morality play about karma. The funniest thing of all was that Kim picked the movie up at Blockbuster. Safely tucked away in the foreign film section, it had apparently slipped through the cracks and never raised a fuss from the Bible thumpers making beelines for the Richard Simmons tapes.
On a completely unrelated note: I must not be too much of an alcoholic because, after living in California for almost nine months, Friday was the day I finally learned when California stores are required to stop selling alcohol. It's midnight, just like back in Virginia. In Michigan and Ohio, the cut-off time is 2:00am. In Pennsylvania, I seem to remember it being 10:00pm. In Connecticut, I believe it's something like 8:00. It's probably difficult to find refrigerators in Connecticut without a good stock of brewskis in them.
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