It’s been well documented that we went out on Friday night and absolutely destroyed ourselves. It’s fun to get together with old friends and just kind of act like idiots in general.

And speaking of old friends, an ex-PXY intern was one of those old friends either fortunate or unfortunate to run into us on Friday night.  What makes this ex-intern the subject of this blog is the information I obtained about her prior to her coming out Friday night.

At some point during her employment at 98 PXY, this girl had sex in the office.  Multiple times.  Multiple partners.  Normally, I would try not to judge.  But one of those times happened to be on my desk.

I’ll write it again.

She had sex on my desk.

In my haze Friday night, I am surprised I didn’t say anything to her about this newly obtained information about her past employment, but I did have an idea of how I wanted the conversation to turn out:

Her:  blah, blah, blah

Me: (nodding, pretending I care.)

Her:  blah, blah, blabity blah, blah…How’s things at PXY?

Me: (Eyes get big) Let me tell you, things are great.  They are!  I even have a new desk and office that doesn’t smell like chlamydia!

Her: (kicks me in the boys not realizing I am so drunk I feel no pain, storms out of bar crying).

Would’ve been great.  Didn’t happen though.  Was I right to take the high road and act cordial? Should I sneak into where she works and get freaky with Sandy on her desk? How would you have dealt with a spot like that?