No, the title does not stand for Henry Hudson, Hairy Hookers (gross), or Happy Henchmen. It doesn't stand for the nearly infinite number of other H word combinations that you could come up with. HH stands for Happy Hour as many of you business workforce types already know. The anticipated, or sometimes dreaded, happy hour.
We've all been there. You have some drinks. You hang out. You make some jokes you probably shouldn't have. You listen to some jokes that you wish you'd never heard. All in the name of unwinding and having some fun, or in some cases, in the name of looking good and saving face in front of your boss.
Well, I was lucky enought to have the priveledge of attending a happy hour this evening with some very great people and a wonderful host. The problem is that while it was fun I really wanted to do some writing when I got home and maybe even read a few pages of my current novel (working on Steven King's Insomnia - it's a long one). However, the drink made me tired, and I'm not sure I have my wits about me to write a stellar novel, or even a chapter thereof (much less read someone else's).
I guess we'll all find out in the end as I'm going to give it a shot. I won't tell you which chapter I am currently writing, so I don't spoil the surprise.
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