Sometimes they’re sad. Sometimes they’re drunk.
Typically I find that when they’re drunk, they’re less sad. At least until you get to the very final moment – the moment when you really have nothing left to do but “say goodbye.” And then really, if tears do fall, you’re probably just drunk crying – does that count? I honestly love that part.
You see how useful drunkenness is?
And so, when the time came for our rockstar 20-something MBA candidate intern to return to his native France after six months serving as the only real dedicated form of “assistance” I’ve ever had at work, I decided the whole team had to get drunk together to send him off. Because I couldn’t let anyone see me cry FOR REAL.
Only drunk cry.
And drunk cry I did, this past Friday night. Just a weeeeee bit.
Really, though – this kid is special. He’ll be hot shit some day. But I doubt he’ll ever go to six bars in a row after a full work day with his coworkers again.
Bon Voyage, Anthony! You made our work days easier and our happy hours a little rougher the next morning. Here’s to your future, and to our long-gone 20s.
See all our pics of the epic farewell French bar crawl here.