last night.
February 28, 2009
i was introduced to “champagne thursday” at blue martini. 5 dollar champagne martinis. (which by the way… were delicious) after a few drinks. the girls and i headed to bogarts. and then i ended up at brooklyn heights. which for some reason i have realized i tend to visit at times when i really should send myself home… (due to heavy innebriation) thankfully the bouncer there always lets me in. much to my delight. and sadly… to the detriment of everyone else that has to hear me be even more loud and obnoxious than usual.
i compiled a list of signs i should have taken to mean i should have sent myself to bed by midnight:
1. being thoroughly amused at how much stuff my partner in crime could steal and fit in her purse. (pint glasses. salt and pepper shakers… beer pitchers…)
2. wrestling with her at the pourch and almost knocking over a table of food. (please note i have never wrestled…sober)
3. buying everyone at brooklyn heights a jagerbomb.
4. hiding behind a building to avoid going to the bassment.
5. telling an extremely slutted out 29 year old. she looked pretty. because it was her birthday.
6. consuming more than 5 shots. 5 beers. a martini. and 2 glasses of champagne.
7. making our friend pull over at bojangles so i could lay in the parking lot. giggle hysterically while debating if i wanted to be sick or not. and watched my p.o.c. pulling everything she stole out of her purse in trophy like fashion.
8. not recognizing brooks. who i have now known. for six years.
9. dancing with the tiny man at bogarts whose best move mimicked my dog wiggling at the front door when i get home.
10. getting a text message from my roomate at 5am. asking what i was doing still awake and hysterically laughing.
thank you blue martini for the first and last champagne thursday. i am ever allowing myself to attend.
