Last night was the grand opening party for that monastery turned groovy apartment community that my client, employer has completed.

Important money-folk, contractors, historical preservation people and other brass were in attendance including the mayor who gave a quick speech and posed for photo ops with the boss.

Basically did the mill-about and schmooze and introduced Chad and Kevin around to the familiar client’s employees, “coworkers”.

The real partying didn’t start until the guests left and it was just the staff… Bosslady kept the bar open for an extra hour pool-side which eventually lead to everyone piling into cars and hitting St. Louis’ oldest fag-bar right down the street.

I’d been there before of course… but not as part of an entourage of orientation-mixed, rather-tanked construction and developer executives.

We had a blast – but we pooped out before most of the group and headed home.

My underwear didn’t wind up in any ceiling fans – so I’ll chaulk the evening down as a success.

Meanwhile I won’t blog about it.