Amster-DAMN!!

Everything about it says no.

I didn't tell you all about the boss talk...When I had an evening out with my male London co-workers.

I was the only girl out two nights in a row until after 1am. I'm a trooper...Or I can be. But it was a FINANCE class the next day. There's no amount of barbituates to keep me up and running for that. I slowly drooped and faded. Tried to get girl friend and hearty trooper, L, out for it. But she had singing and kareoke to be done.

On my own. Late. Zonked. Finance. You fill in the blanks....I was glazed at best.

Boss has talk with me that Friday: "Trix...you just cannot go out with the boys like that. It wears you out." No -- It wasn't the mindless finance shit...Not the endless figures....Not the EBITDA. Not the EBIT. None of that..No..Not that my mind is JELLO. It was my unbridled, TWO night (fer god's sake) in a row partying. (Please insert necessary amount of sappy sarcasm here. Surely, an adult can play two nights and survive.) The boys were just as glazed and dead as I was. Something tells me they didn't get 'the talk'.

So today boss asks me if I want to come join her in Amsterdamn. For fun. She has a hotel room for business. My hard rocking, partying boss. NOT!

Uh - Yeah? I'll come play in Amsterdamn with you. Right after I shove a blowtorch up my ass full force?!?!?! Then I'll make a run for at least 10 hash brownies. And right after that, a full serving of space cake.

Then I'll get a new version of the talk: "Trix....You really cannot smoke hash and visit porn shops right before a meeting. It just wears you out."

Call it a boondoggle on her part. Not sure she even knowns HOW to boondoggle.

I'd be fired in 3 minutes if I attempted that trip with her.

Space Cake and Hash Brownies.

I prefer to keep my feet firmly on American soil with my amazingly American boss. Let her think think this is my status quo. Nothing out of line for me. THANKS! (But, really....Where's the space cake and hash brownies?!??!!?!)