Due to already being booked for a show mid-yesterday, (and a variety of other reasons), Cecil n’ I were depressed and already together in a car heading back from Seattle when we decided to link up for the whole night and do something totally decadent…like we deserved.
…Having no idea what that would be as yet, and with we are talking the very “last minute,” of last minute planning– we reached my house at 3:30, and immediately began tossing back drinks, like an Ab-Fab reunion special. By 4, we were sensibly sloshed, but with a plan.
…And because magic things sometimes happen to drunk people…we Ubered our way to arguably the swankiest place in town, walked right into their open seating bar without reservation, and had two $15 cocktails in front of us within 3 minutes.
Who gets this at a place booked a year in advance? We do!
…Who gets filet minon and presented a long stem rose from a hottie bartender? We do!
…Who documents all the unbelievable radness on the Facebooks, so we can remember it all on days that really blow? We do!
…Who gets extra red wine sauce and are mid food-gasms when a call comes through to the bar about us? We do!
…Who has boss-friends who do things like put money on your tab, which you decide to thrust immediately towards a chocolate fudge Julia Child dark brownie sundae with Madagascar vanilla ice cream? We do!
…And then who Ubers back home for a three hour dance/kareoke party, supported by Stoli vodka and Juanita tortilla chips? We do!
…Until 8-something…by which time we’ve buzzed and resobered twice, before going to see a girl movie where we laugh and cry, and binge (amazingly somehow) on even more junk food.
…And somehow… SOMEHOW…the magic lasts all the way to this morning, with not a hint of hangover.
Of course, as much could not be said for the Boss, whose foul mood has been oozing out of his every pore all morning long.
…Some people obviously just don’t know how to do V-Day the right way.
…And some people, fucking rock at it.
The end.
~D