Sundaze in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Thankfully, the Girl’s part of the weekend came to a close in the wee hours of the morning today. Don’t get me wrong, we had a good, gooood time, but I can’t say enough how relieved I am not to be “out there” anymore. The scene, at least in this city, is so…what’s the word? The only thing I can think of is icky. In fact, I need a shower. I’ll be back.

Much better. So yeah, I had Anna, Lovely, and Vanessa over last night. We drank pink champagne and I’d made a cheese board and some hummus and other snacks (too much, as I sit here and nibble while I write!) and they ooooh’d and aaaaahhhhhh’d over the loft and the view and all that jazz. And Vanessa was so smart because she’d hired a driver to take us to all the hot spots for the whole night!

[side note: a driver who’d smoked out with them! It’s so funny that they are still so into weed and they spend so much energy trying to sneak around and secretly get a pot buzz]

And to my own credit, I’d called one of the few connections that I have in this town, and he’d gotten our little party on the VIP list at a hot club. So we hopped in the car and took off for steamy destinations!

Destination #1 was somewhat of a disappointment, as my credentials for VIP got us only so far. Apparently one must be on Super Duper Elite Status to be whisked immediately inside. We had to wait in line (albeit a very short line) with the “other VIPs”. Huh? Whatever. I called my connection and told him that we were still waiting in line, and he’s all, “No WAY! I’ll be right there…”

But we were soon inside anyway. And it was okay. We took pix of ourselves, you know, because we’re still like that. And the view from one of the balconies was spectacular. But the place was crowded with either boring or kinda slimy looking people for some reason, and we decided after one drink that it was time to go to the next place.

Vanessa called the driver and we were soon off for Destination #2. Meanwhile, my connection was calling from inside the club asking where I was. Okay…I didn’t know that my connection was supposed to be going OUT with us. I just thought he was going to get us IN!! Boy was I wrong.

Destination #2 was a stunningly gorgeous venue that I will most certainly be taking Grrrr for drinks and (if he’s good) dinner! But we walked in and decided that it was too mellow for our booties. We took pix of ourselves anyway…the place was too beautiful not to!

On to Destination #3—an old standby that’s always happening. And it was. And we had the best time there. My connection even showed up (because at this point I think it had become something of a wild goose chase….ugh). With buddies. Buddies who wanted to come back to MY/OUR place to afterparty when the clubs closed!!

Um. No. So when we got booted out of the bar and we girls stumbled back into the car I wasn’t surprised when the phone rang and it was my connection and his homies basically telling me that they were following me home. All I can say is THANK GOD we live in a building with a concierge because when he saw me stumbling and slurring and laughing as I walked inside the door (after bidding a fond farewell to the ladies—and the driver!), he asked me if it was the end of the night. And I said, “yesh.”

And then he made sure to double-check with me, “You don’t want anyone coming to your place?”

And I was all, “your damn straight…don’t let ANYONE up! No girlfriends, and ESPECIALLY no boyfriends!!!!”

And even though I did get a call from my connection, it was left unanswered. Because I was already passed out on the couch.

And that’s where I woke this morning. I haven’t had a fully-clothed wake-up on the couch in a long, long, long time. I think you’d have to go back several years in this diary (like the morning I woke on the couch reeking of smoke and something else I couldn’t place…but when I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I noticed a mint-chocolate ring around my mouth—damn Girlscout cookies!).

Anyway. I was supposed to get a little worky done this morning before I go pick up Grrrrr at the airport. He’s coming back from his mini-European visit with his kids. He emailed me last night and told me that he’d gotten a really nasty cold because it’s been rainy and cold there. But I hope he’s in decent spirits when he lands. I know he’ll be sad because he always is when he has to say goodbye to the kids. But this will be a double bummer if he’s really sick. I think I’ll brace for a little bit of a downer. Maybe I’ll take him for ice-cream. THAT never fails with The Grrrr!

I better go for now. Worky-work is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, but that won’t last for long.

Oh…last thing. Here is the whiteboard message I’m leaving for Grrr’s homecoming:

And here is a gorgeous flower arrangement from last night’s Destination #2:

Fin.