Posted by rebecca
As you may have read, Scott and I made an early campaign for Worst Mozzers of the Year by abandoning our sick boss to trainset to Paris. Though we seem like horrible, horrible employees, enough people (including, hopefully, Rand) got a kick out of it to motivate me to share with you all a step-by-step guide on how to plan a trip to Paris in thirty minutes and run around the city in seven hours:
Go to SES London and head down to the hotel’s bar. Proceed to drink and schmooze with various SEOs until 3:00 am.At around 3:30 am, some genius (in this case, Greg Boser) will be drunk enough to come up to you and say, “Hey! Do you want to go to Paris?” At this point, you should be drunk on booze, lack of sleep, or both, and you and your coworker’s response should be “Hells yes!”Drunk genius (e.g. Greg ) will plan out the itinerary, which consists of meeting him, his wife (Barbara), his coworker (Dax), and a bubbly blonde (Becky Ryan) in the lobby of the hotel at 6:30 am so we can take a taxi to Waterloo Station and buy train tickets.Craft a thoughtful note to leave your sleeping, ill boss so that he won’t worry about you and wonder where you went. Leave the note with a rose to sweeten the deal.
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