However, we don't like to do anything the day after... Today was my usual hangover day. Worked from home, went to therapy, canceled my evening plans. This must be what getting old feels like. Last night, AP and I decided to go out to one of our new favorite bar/BBQ joints. Of course, it was closed. That's fine, though, cuz we moved the party to House of Prime Rib (so random, but so delicious). Absolutely amazing dinner, gigantic martinis, and big glasses of wine at the bar. Bliss. AP is much cooler than I am, so she convinced me that I should get a drink at this bar on Polk Street afterwards. Of course, that ended up being two drinks, and then she paid $10 and spun some wheel of death, which meant we "won" (in my mind, I think we lost) 4 shots of Fireball. Thankfully, the two bartenders took them with us, so I only had to suffer through one. Shots kill me. I just can't do them anymore.
In positive news, the sexiest, tallest drink of water started talking to me and honestly, I was just happy to have 15 minutes of conversation with a man who I have to look up to and who isn't build like an adolescent girl or somebody's mother. LOOK AT GOD! Of course, because this is my life, he is from Maine and was just doing a brief visit for a wedding. Still, I'm happy that a 6'4" hottie from up North felt like approaching me. Maybe I'm not a troll!
Jersey Boy started texting me last night. I was drunk, so of course that devolved into my being super fucking inappropriate. Well, maybe not super. I didn't send any pics or make any overt promises. I did talk about taking all my clothes off, though, and my tendency to sleep in nothing but lacy boy shorts. Ugh, hate alcohol. Then, in an amazing feat of awkwardness, because I sleep with my phone, I somehow pocket dialed him from my bed and left like a 1 min message, which was just the sound of me sleeping while I watched Nightmare Before Christmas. MORTIFICATION. #thisiswhyimsingle I didn't even know I had done that, until he texted me asking if I pocket dialed him. Iyanla, fix my life. I don't even have words. One day, when I'm old, I'm going to laugh at all of this. Just not today. =P