Work get-togethers: old vs. new

My first job in New York was for a silly little Internet company. I worked there for four years, and those four years closely resembled my college years, although I didn't have nearly as much sex in college.

My current job is for another silly little Internet company, although the drinking, sex, drama and drugs are on a much smaller scale. This was brought home to me Friday night.

I spent the earlier part of the night with the girls from my current job. We talked, laughed, had a few drinks and mostly appropriate-for-work conversation. Then, I managed to drag a couple of the crew over to hang out with the former coworkers. I then proceeded to get trashed, flirt outrageously with a boy I get one-night-only crushes on whenever karaoke is involved, sing Britney in front of a room full of people, and have several discussions revolving around sex and vibrators. All day Saturday, I was quite certain I would die at any moment.

Jake, who worked at silly Internet company #1 with me, asked which I prefer. After much thought I had to say that I prefer my current company outings on a regular basis. Former company when I really want to rage. Honestly, my little body can't take it anymore, and I don't seem to have the ability to exercise any restraint. 23-27 was obviously my party girl heyday.