Wednesday Night

Our team at work had a great evening of team building like most sales teams - a great dinner, a concert, and a late night at a bar. It's what we do best.

I had a choice. I chose not to deviate from their playbook, just mine. I've only been there 6 months, and this was the first time we were all out together. It is hard to explain, but I really needed to slip into my old life - eat what they were eating, and drink what they were drinking. Camaraderie was needed here.

We ate at Lugo Caffe which is one of the few fine restaurants in the area of Madison Square Garden. It is very good, and the last time I was there I ordered the salad while entertaining a client. This night, however, I ate the food that was prepared for our table of 16 - meat, sauces, fish, etc. We then went to the Jack Johnson concert - a mellow, but very entertaining show. I had no idea who he was, and said as much on my Facebook wall - the onslaught of fans from my friends told me he was going to be a good show. They were not wrong. I gathered beers for my colleagues and we had a terrific time. Now looking to me for where to go after the concert I suggested a terrific Irish bar across the street, Tir Na Nog. With the team throwing back shots and laughing and drinking I was certainly in my old element. But, on this night I did not regret it, I just wanted to be the old self just for the evening.

 Yes, I had fun, but I was repulsed by the sight of the Ray Bary pizza box the following morning.

Things would get worse this week before they got better.