<human>: This happened almost a year ago. But here you go. 

So I started a new job for a small, growing company. They do Happy Hour every other month to "bond".

So first of all, I am not super social, I go out maybe twice a year. I rarely drink. And if I am being totally honest I would rather be at home playing video games and smoking a joint versus drinking with coworkers. 

So I was told that Happy Hour is required, if you do not attend the CEO gets very disappointed. Since I was new and wanted to be a 'team player' I decided to attend this Happy Hour, very unhappy.
The CEO hosted it in her home in the mountains, so I drove over an hour to get there. I showed up and her home was the largest, nicest home I have ever seen in my entire life. There was a TV in each room, bear rugs throughout the home, statues, paintings, a workout room, and TWO bars. 
I got there and everyone had their little groups and I just kind of am awkward in general, so I just decided to go sit with the older ladies because they seemed to be having a good time. I grabbed my drink and just observed and tried to engage in random, boring conversation. 

So at one point the CEO and the girl who works HR came over to chat with the two older ladies and myself. The CEO was by far the most intoxicated of everyone there, and it was the first time I actually met her. She wanted to give us a tour of her home. 

After the tour we all sat down and I picked up my drink. 
Well, almost. 
I dropped my strawberry margarita. 
On the CEO. 
On her $700 cowboy boots.
In her million dollar home.
And that is how I met the CEO of my company.

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<bot>: Met CEO for the first time. In her house. spilled margarita on $700 cowboy boots. NOT FIRED.