Kissing the Boss

With so many people leaving at the end of April, there was a combination party at the Market Bar. It is a huge open space that looks great, but once it is packed you cannot hear a thing. We took Ben's sister there while she was visiting, and luckily it was not packed yet when we were there. As a typical Friday evening, we all got off work and headed out to the pub. There was a good turn out of people with 5 people leaving that day.

John O'Mahony, the OM in OMP, bought a round of drinks. He was so impressed that Karen and I were the straight whiskey drinkers. When he returned with the round I thanked him, of course, and he leaned in with his cheek right in front of my face so my instinct (after 5 or so whiskeys by that point) was to kiss it. I thought nothing of it and continued on with the night.

As the night wore on the story got more and more taken out of context by all my co-workers and by then I realised what I had done. I mean, in fairness, he was leaning forward in a position that one would normally do for a kiss on the cheek, but it was to only hear me better. Check out the picture of him getting cheeky with the girls, it is in his nature. By the time rugby started up weeks later, we were on a first name basis and now can have a bit of banter in the office. Always a bit of fun out on Friday night!