There’s nothing like showing up drunk at your friend’s house on a Saturday afternoon with your boss, his wife, and your mentor there, by surprise, and then, shocked by their presence, shattering a glass in the kitchen probably because A) you’re drunk and can’t control your arm movements but more likely because B) you’re Italian and can’t control your arm movements which are further aggravated and made more wild by your drunkeness.
Nope. Nothing like that.
can’t. wait. for. vacation.