Scott Hammer TOXIC
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I gotta tell you guys about the last few days. We've all had them....those times when you have just got to let it all hang out, go a little crazy, light both ends of the candle, have a TOXIC moment. Well, for the last three days I have done just that. My daughters godfather (same age as me), whom I've been friends with for 20 years, our wives are both tri-delts, yada, yada, is in town for a convention. He is a Financial Planner and works for a mega investment co. who shall remain nameless as will the major hotel we have been staying at!! LOL. It all started off as a way for us to go have drinks (3 days ago) and I could stay in DC with him one night rather than drive all the way back to Warrenton. DC traffic is miserable. I won't bore you with the first 2 days details but we have been a little out of control. Then last night after work I went to the hotel to pick him up so that I could take him to the airport and we were having a couple of beers waiting for the traffic to "calm" a little and he pulls out the convention itinerary and says "Guess what"? so I say "What"? He said the Doobie Brothers are playing after dinner tonight (I told you this was a big company). So I say that it would be neat to hear them. He looks at me...I look at him and he says, "You up for one more night"? And I say "Only if it's a b@lls to the wall blow out"!! So he says lets do it and get it out of our system.
These opportunities don't come along everyday where everything is perfect....I don't have to drive, the food and libation is free, live band (that is awesome) and we have a suite in an upscale hotel. So......he changes his airline reservation, re-books his room, calls his wife and tells her he's gonna be about 24 hours late, LOL, I call my wife and get another night pass, and we start slammin. We get ready to go to dinner and he goes...Oh no....I forgot that the dinner is formal tonight. Not only is it formal but you have to have an official name tag to get in the dinner/concert. Well by this time I'm pretty well lit and he wants to just go somewhere for dinner and come back and try and crash the Doobies...I say no way!! Here's where it gets funny.....We go up to the room and I tell him to wait there, I gotta go work some magic...Using my brain, I go to the concierge and ask if they have any "house jackets" (sometimes these places do for tourists who come in and want to dine in the "formal" dining room)....nope, they dont have any. So I go into stealth mode, ....well as stealthy as you can be after about 10 beers, I imagine I looked like Bluto in Animal House sneaking around (pure luck I didn't get busted by hotel security), and I end up in the kitchen where I snag a couple of black jackets that the wait staff uses. 1/2 of my mission now completed, I begin my quest for an "official" name badge. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a receiving line for convention attendees..soooooo...I work my way through the crowd and always alert, I hear some people talking about how one the president of their office couldn't make it,..... yep, you guessed it,...... I go up and tell the clerk that I am San Petrowsky (that's right, San not Sam) and I need my badge. Not only do I get my badge but I get all the material, a free briefcase to carry it all in and a drink pass for the night. I go back to the room with my name tag on, briefcase under my arm, toss my buddy his jacket and say, "Lets go to dinner". He is stunned...So we go to dinner which was a lovely presentation of filet mignon and crabcake, with baby vegies, and a salad with edible flower petals in it.........and of course we are downing vodka like it is our last night on earth (what can I say, the house vodka was Finlandia)!! We partied like rock stars, convinced a couple of fine young ladies from England to be our dance partners for the evening and we had a blast!! I was back slapping and BSing with some guy (as San of course) and I look over at my buddy and he is ch
These opportunities don't come along everyday where everything is perfect....I don't have to drive, the food and libation is free, live band (that is awesome) and we have a suite in an upscale hotel. So......he changes his airline reservation, re-books his room, calls his wife and tells her he's gonna be about 24 hours late, LOL, I call my wife and get another night pass, and we start slammin. We get ready to go to dinner and he goes...Oh no....I forgot that the dinner is formal tonight. Not only is it formal but you have to have an official name tag to get in the dinner/concert. Well by this time I'm pretty well lit and he wants to just go somewhere for dinner and come back and try and crash the Doobies...I say no way!! Here's where it gets funny.....We go up to the room and I tell him to wait there, I gotta go work some magic...Using my brain, I go to the concierge and ask if they have any "house jackets" (sometimes these places do for tourists who come in and want to dine in the "formal" dining room)....nope, they dont have any. So I go into stealth mode, ....well as stealthy as you can be after about 10 beers, I imagine I looked like Bluto in Animal House sneaking around (pure luck I didn't get busted by hotel security), and I end up in the kitchen where I snag a couple of black jackets that the wait staff uses. 1/2 of my mission now completed, I begin my quest for an "official" name badge. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a receiving line for convention attendees..soooooo...I work my way through the crowd and always alert, I hear some people talking about how one the president of their office couldn't make it,..... yep, you guessed it,...... I go up and tell the clerk that I am San Petrowsky (that's right, San not Sam) and I need my badge. Not only do I get my badge but I get all the material, a free briefcase to carry it all in and a drink pass for the night. I go back to the room with my name tag on, briefcase under my arm, toss my buddy his jacket and say, "Lets go to dinner". He is stunned...So we go to dinner which was a lovely presentation of filet mignon and crabcake, with baby vegies, and a salad with edible flower petals in it.........and of course we are downing vodka like it is our last night on earth (what can I say, the house vodka was Finlandia)!! We partied like rock stars, convinced a couple of fine young ladies from England to be our dance partners for the evening and we had a blast!! I was back slapping and BSing with some guy (as San of course) and I look over at my buddy and he is ch
