Good lord. Hungover as hell. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt this way. I can’t even remember. I am barely holding up at the office…I think I’ll just wait it out until a bit after 5 and then I’m cruising.
So last night. I have a friend named Jack who is a regular man-about-town. In fact, he is such a social butterfly that he’s turned himself into a professional concierge and from time to time sends me invitations to private events and such. They are usually quite exclusive and amazing and last night was no exception. Private party with a big jazz band in the penthouse of a gorgeous old (haunted!) hotel.
I’d invited SP to go with me because we’ve been doing fun date stuff on Thursday nights for several weeks. We decided to make a night of it and had cocktails in the lobby bar and then an exquisite dinner in the restaurant before heading up to the penthouse. We were already buzzing by the time we made it to the door, and we were actually kind of early–which was great because we got a table close to where the band was going to play and sort of staked our claim.
More and more people showed up, all dressed in cocktail attire. Very nice vibe/scene. Kind of hush-hush, all Prohibition style. We said our hellos to Jack and he introduced us to some other party goers. SP and I always enjoy people-watching. One of our favorite pasttimes.
The band didn’t go on until around 10PM, and SP and I have been such early birds that we were kind of dragging. Still, it was funny because SP was all, “lets stick it out!”
So we did. In fact, we blew the top right off of the place! We drank our asses off and danced and partied like it was New Years Eve. We stayed until the place closed and they started to kick us out! We got so bombed that we even decided to get a ROOM!
I barely even remember getting into the room and we woke up still drunk. Had to go back to my place to get ready for work. Luckily, I live close to the hotel. I think I came to work drunk. Late. Probably oozing booze. Oy. What a day.
It was deliciously fun to blow off some steam, though. I think SP needed it. I didn’t, but enjoyed the hell out of it anyway.
And now I just want to be super lazy. SP is going to the fish market to pick up something to grill and he’s making me another delicious low-fat meal tonight. We are NOT drinking or dancing. I can’t wait to just lounge in front of the tube with my jammies on while he cooks me up something wonderful.
Life can sure be sweet.
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