(This is a continuation of the previous entry )
My phone rang, and it was Michele, my counterpart at work. She asked me if I still wanted to go the festivities that night. But of course! We made a plan to meet at the Irish pub down the street instead of meeting at Jennifers house. I quickly got myself ready and started walking to the bar. The streets were full of cars and people were already starting to line the sidewalks.
Once at the bar, I met the girls from work and Jennifers friend Courtney and her boyfriend. We had a couple of beers and then went outside to pack ourselves into the crowd. The streets were closed off, and we just wandered until we got ourselves stuck right in the middle of an intersection and could move no more because we were squeezed in with a few hundred thousand other people! Then, before I even realized what was going on, a million-trillion lights came on!! And everyone cheered and released balloons into the night sky and we all oohd and aahhd and clapped and laughed and were very, very merry!
Then we walked to another bar (Courtney and her boyfriend were not as merry .I think they were fighting .so they left). But the doorguy was carding and I didnt have my ID on me. Grrr. Ive lost my drivers license. Don’t ask. This is what happens when you move. You lose things. I have no idea where it is! So Ive been using my passport for travel and at any time when I need an ID. But for some reason I didnt bring it with me. So I told the girls to stay there and Id run home and grab my passport.
Okay fine.
When I got back to my apartment, it was like a huge block party! Practically everyone in the building was having some sort of festive celebration! My cute neighbor across the hall (not next door neighbor) invited me in for a cocktail and I said that I couldnt because I was meeting my friends at the bar down the street. But I did want to peek in at his apartment, so I did go in for a second and he introduced me to everyone (including his gorgeous, perfect girlfriendwah!).
Whoa! I thought that the next door neighbors place was beautifully decorated. This guys place takes the friggin CAKE!!! It was immaculate! Im wondering what kind of apartment building I moved into. Its bizarre! Because this building is really old and really showing wear and tear. But everyone seems to turn their place into a showcase! Now I dont think my next door neighbor is so gay. Its just that everyone here has amazing taste!! Either that, or this guys perfect girlfriend decorated for him (Im thinking thats it).
Aneeyywayyy, it made me reallllly want to get this place looking spifferiffic. So that I can have the cocktail party next year!
I left in a bit of a hurry, but I needed to get back down to the bar where Michele and Jennifer were waiting. I took my passport to the manager, and he apologized for making me go all the way home to get it, but I told him it was really no problem.
Once inside, things got interesting. This place has a downstairs lounge, and Jennifer wanted to go down there. So we made our way through the crowed bar and then downstairs .but nobody was there!
HELLO??
Not even a bartender. So Jennifer wondered aloud if they would mind if we just helped ourselves to some raspberry champagne. Yum! And then hopped over the bar and grabbed a couple of bottles! Nice. But then, guess what? No corkscrew!
I located one, back across the bar. Michele and I watched for incoming personnel while Jennifer hopped back over the bar to grab the opener ..just in time!
One of the wait staff or something walked downstairs at the very moment that Jennifer hopped back across the bar and told us that we couldnt be there because it was reserved for a private party. Okay. Fine. With hidden bottles under coats, we went back upstairs and into the crowd to have a toast!
When we couldnt find a safe place to open our bottle and pour our own drinks, we went into the bathroom. I stepped outside to find another glass, and ended up asking the manager for one. He gave me one, no problem. But when we all walked outside with fresh glasses of raspberry champagne, I heard that damn waiter say something to the manager. And I heard the word, raspberry.
As we were walking across the crowded floor, I saw the manager following us out of the corner of my eye, and I told Jennifer and Michele that we were busted and to slam our drinks! We did! And then we ran! And as we were running out the door, we heard the manager yell to the doorguy, Dont let those girls back in!!!
and we practically pissed ourselves laughing on the sidewalk!
How scandalous! Yes, theres nothing like a little petty theft to really solidify that female bond!
So what did we do after that? You guessed it! Walked right over to another bar! This time, we vowed to be good law-abiding citizens. So of course, it wasnt as fun. And I think we were a little tipsy at that point. We chatted with some cute girl and her boyfriend for a long, long time. Sure, the place was fun. But the bathroom lines were getting long, and the girls were getting feisty, and the guys were getting touchy feely, and I was getting sleepy.
So we called it a night. I walked home. There were people still partying in the building. My “gay” next door neighbor and all his friends were hanging out at the front door. A guy was sitting at the front steps with some girl’s head in this lap. I sensed a good barfing was imminent. So I stepped around the situation and went inside.
Had to sleep on the sofa because there was so much crap still piled on my bed and I didnt want to deal with it at that point.
So that, my friends, is How I Spent My Thanksgiving 2002.
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