I work part time for an app development company. Since I started, I've helped one app get launched while also helped to prototype our second one.
Normally, my days would be Mon -> Wed. The agreement in my contract as a part-time permanent member of staff is that I do 7.5 hours a day, and if I do more than that, I take some hours off another day, or if I do too many I stay back a bit on another day. It's a very flexible system because we're required to be On Call at any point, but salaried employees like myself don't get paid hourly and thus are paid an exact amount.
We had an emergency yesterday. On the Android platform, an app update I helped push caused the app to crash on a white screen post-launch. Fearing the worst, an All Hands On Deck alert was fired and all developers (minus interns) were sent in to fix it. I arrived in at about midday, and it wouldn't be for 6 bloody horrifying hours that we'd figure it out (to keep it succinct, it was the result of a single string unrelated to anything inside the app which was causing the expansion file to not get updated along with the apk, and Unity does not allow these files to be out of sync; true resolution would be to make a proper OBB loader script which is Monday's problem).
The CEO is a pretty cool dude, and on Fridays he grabs a 6-pack of beer bottles (whatever his "flavour of the week" happens to be) and distributes them. So I had already begun drinking during work, and it only got worse from there on in. It was bad enough that when my Ex asked me to come out to this pretty awesome club, instead of saying "Get forgeted", I said "Yeah sure mate".
Oh boy.
Spawn Point is a bar in Sydney that's partly owned by the famous Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw of Zero Punctuation. It's a small, gamer-themed club that has a number of old and new game stations set up everywhere (for drunken parties), drink names that reference gaming things, a lot of cool props and a strong community. It's actually not half bad at all. Been there once before, but Friday is always the busiest night and the drinks really flow.
After over-shooting the bar as I was trying to remember where it was (the entry is a small, hidden stairwell in the middle of a main street), I got in and immediately started slamming drinks. I failed miserably at an attempt to catch a Pokemon in Go (I've never played it as my access to Data is limited), I died many, many times in TimeSplitters 2 and I did really loving bad at the Mario Kart 8 drinking game.
If you've never heard my voice, you may not be acquainted with it; The Laugh. As many people will tell you, I have a very distinct, loud laugh. Legends say that it's actually a normal person's laugh in reverse, amplified to the extreme. I also have a pretty open-ended sense of humour, so I laugh a LOT. Now, you put a drunk filter over the top of that...it was absolutely intense. I was told by my friends who went out for a smoko that they could hear me outside the bar a little bit down the street.
I don't remember exactly how much I had, but it was enough to the point where I'd walk up to a table of people and start laughing, then say "Namaste Sorry!" (in my drunken head, namaste = sorry) while doing the whole hands-together-bow-down thing, and then I'd find that so funny I'd laugh even harder. And yet, people would still fill me up with various alcohol flavours. At one point, I was sitting at a table with some dudes and chicks, and all of the chicks just randomly started sharing nudes with everybody else at the table. The roar of laughter from me was enough to make tables on the other side of the bar rumble.
At about 12-ish, the bar closed (Sydney lockout laws, it's bullstuff), but the fun wouldn't stop there. I was dragged over to McDonalds (still laughing at everyone and everything on the way there) and bought some breakfast+lunch+dinner+breakfast (otherwise known as nuggets and fries). When the poor counter lady refereed to my friend as a "Sir" (her tits are massive wtf), I bellowed with laughter hard enough the security guard had to have a chat with me. Thankfully no fights but, I could feel a presence watching my back the rest of the time there...
Given that I was now telling my High School stories in drunken speak to random people on the street, the decision was made to ship me on a bus back home, but before buying a round of noodles and gum at the 7/11. I got into a call with our old friend NickPB on the way back on the bus, and I'm sure he had fun of that. At the peak of my hill, I stopped and recorded a couple drunken messages for some friends (including the big man acorncake), and I'm not looking forward to hearing those again. When I did finally arrive home, I flooded the stuffter (drunken me must have just slammed toilet paper or something in there, what a loving mess) and collapsed on my bed.
I woke up 2 hours later, still loving drunk. Wow.
