Another successful office party last night, rounded off with competitive alphabet belching. Props to Whitney for her victory, who apparently after we left started cranking her fist in the air and yelling, "I'm a belching machine! BraKK! BraKK!"
Whitney doesn't even work here.
She claimed to be with one of the designers, but I'm not so sure he was willing to admit to that by the end of the night.
Ah, to be young and drunk again.