While we were at the restaurant, we indulged in a wide selection of appetizers, and, by wide selection, I mean, every appetizer on the menu.
Every. Single. One.
And, we ate Every. Single. Bite. True story.
Then, we roasted the guest of honor with stories about some of her less-than-ideal encounters with clients as well as sharing memories of times spent together over the past four years.
Then, because goodbyes are awkward and sad, and, because no one wanted to cry, we organized a farewell victory tunnel, instead.
It was an enjoyable way to spend the evening; the company could not be beat, and, the fact that I am still full is a happy bonus.