A Cadillac Ranch Virgin

So this is just a follow up to my last Project 365 post about being at the Q Center for training in St, Charles, Illinois.  As already stated, the week is pretty much a massive debauchery.  Unfortunately, I worked most evenings and drank like a fish last week for my birthday, so I didn’t partake Mon-Wednesday like most of my other colleagues.  However, with much protest and fretting, I was convinced to go to Cadillac Ranch (aka Caddy Ranch or the Ranch) last night.

Sidebar on Caddy Ranch – This is a huge bar in the middle of nowhere, Illinois.  My company “A” seems to have bought stock in this place, so while at the Q, organizes bus rides to schlep all the folks at the training facility to Caddy Ranch (could be up to 1000 people) as the training facility literally can accommodate that many people.  For only $10 round trip, a school bus will take you to and from the Ranch with last ride at 2 pm.  The Ranch is infamous among folks at my company.  Most folks remember their first time while the lowest level of peon at my company, Analysts, where they go, drink a lot of $2.50 you call it shots and make out with their first colleague.  Urban legend says some folks cry after leaving this place.  After that first time at the Ranch, each other time while visiting the Q, my colleagues get nostalgic and plan for the Ranch night, when you know everyone is going to go and get shit bombed.  Because of how cheesy and somewhat pathetic I think of the above, I’ve sort of self-righteously banned the ranch for myself  and no intentions of going there myself this past trip.

An Ice Luge Never Gets Old (no matter how old we are)

So, I’m currently in St. Charles, Illinos, a small little town that has a humoungous training facility, called the Q Center that my company spends millions of dollars on a year to send our (drunken) employees to learn methodology and new skills to apply to our real world clients.  Training here usually lasts 1 week long and admist lots of classes, networking and all you can eat buffet, there is an exorbitant amout of hooking up and drinking.

Last night, on 3/31, the company hosted a “networking” event.  Basically an open bar where hundreds of type A personalities and techie geeks ran around drinking as much as they could to try to increase their odds of taking home a drunken colleage at 1 AM when the bar closes , to uh… sleep and do the walk of shame in the am.

Not one to partake in extreme drinking in front of colleagues, I had one drink and was vastly entertained by this ice sculpture / luge where they were pouring top shelf cosmos.  It took all my will power to not put my mouth up against the spout and guzzle away…

 

My friend Yasmin partaking in the fancy cosmo ice luge