date: Jan 22
drink: Coppola Claret
what: CSA Pickup day and pre-birthday gaming with J
Winter CSA only comes once each month which means that when it comes, you get a TON...
for the past 2 deliveries, i've been sending J the list of what will soon be in my fridge... last month he suggested that i make him his mom's latkes... this time, he was too overcome with the amount of garlic that would be coming (which would be in addition to the garlic that was still left from last month) and what we could possibly ever do with it all...
that prompted an email of 'how about i stop and get some bread and cheese and wine and we roast some garlic?'
i swear to you, more beautiful words have never been said... there is nothing i like more than wine/cheese/bread dinner and with the addition of roasted garlic??? amazing. in fact, i tell some of the girls at CSA about my evening plans and they declare their jealousy over my impending dinner and suggest that it sounds like i have a pretty good boyfriend...
so anyway, are you getting the image? the sophistication, romance and movie-scene-ness of it all? i mean, your mental image totally has snow falling outside and a roaring fireplace crackling in the background, right? perhaps even, if you squint, the eiffel tower??? i mean, he even showed up with flowers for chrissake! (that part is for real - the snow, paris skyline and fireplace are not...)
is this where i burst your bubble and tell you about how i nearly burnt the house down???
lets just say this - when roasting garlic, it should be brushed with a little olive oil. not doused. and if you accidentally do douse it, make sure you dont then accidentally drop the garlic baker on its side, allowing the oil to run out of the baker and onto the floor of the oven. cause there will be smoke. and smoke alarms will buzz. and it will totally ruin that whole mental image you had just a paragraph or two ago...
so, cheese and bread and wine it was. sans garlic. though we did add some awesome CSA jam to the mix... which almost made up for the whole smoky house thing that we had going on...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
the most wonderful time of the year
date: Jan 19
drink: 2004 Bergevin Lane "Alder Ridge Vineyard" Horse Heaven Hills Cabernet Sauvignon and then something else later
what: Restaurant Week @ Mesa Grill & more wine at Maxie's Grill
i love restaurant week. ever since moving to manhattan, i've loved restaurant week... i've found some of my favorite restaurants that way (tabla & artisanal), determined that others were overrated (tao), and experimented at places i may not have otherwise gone (devi)... sure, there have been one or two misses and others that were forgettable and times when i went in with the best of intentions for ordering off of the RW menu but ended up skipping it, but for me, its always been an excuse to go somewhere nice in the middle of the week and be a bit indulgent...
so last week, while perusing the RW offerings on open table, i saw that i could get a monday night reservation at Mesa Grill, checked their RW menu and decided to go for it... at the time i thought that a monday night reservation might not be my first choice however, it turned out to be an excellent idea as i have been informed that the 3rd monday in january is deemed the 'saddest day of the year', which makes it a great day to go out and cheer yourself up :)
anyway, as life ebbs and flows and your situation changes, sometimes RW is the only way to afford a good meal and other times, the cheaper meal allows you to be a bit more indulgent in your wine selection... last night was the latter... J suggested we get a bottle and while a bottle of wine on a monday night might not sound like the smartest idea in the world, we are nothing if not a couple of drunks, so to us, it sounded like an excellent idea :)
oddly enough, neither of us had really heard of anything on the wine list, but i kept coming back to the wine above based on the location of its vineyard - Horse Heaven Hills, WA... and it fit the bill of not being the cheapest bottle on the menu but a few from that end - which is where i generally order from anyway if i dont recognize anything as being something i like... so based on that silliness, the order was placed.
and now i'm gonna go ahead and recommend a few things... #1, that wine. #2, the cauliflower soup, #3, the spicy cilantro rice that came with the mahi-mahi (with the sauce that came with the mahi mahi as well) and #4, the chocolate flan... but mostly? the wine...
as is bound to happen after a bottle of wine, we werent ready to head home for the night so it was off to metro cafe and wine bar only to find that it was closed, which lead us to end up at Maxie's for one more glass of wine... and some more of those vomit-inducing conversations that lucky-for-the-rest-of-the-world, no one but us has to hear ;)
drink: 2004 Bergevin Lane "Alder Ridge Vineyard" Horse Heaven Hills Cabernet Sauvignon and then something else later
what: Restaurant Week @ Mesa Grill & more wine at Maxie's Grill
i love restaurant week. ever since moving to manhattan, i've loved restaurant week... i've found some of my favorite restaurants that way (tabla & artisanal), determined that others were overrated (tao), and experimented at places i may not have otherwise gone (devi)... sure, there have been one or two misses and others that were forgettable and times when i went in with the best of intentions for ordering off of the RW menu but ended up skipping it, but for me, its always been an excuse to go somewhere nice in the middle of the week and be a bit indulgent...
so last week, while perusing the RW offerings on open table, i saw that i could get a monday night reservation at Mesa Grill, checked their RW menu and decided to go for it... at the time i thought that a monday night reservation might not be my first choice however, it turned out to be an excellent idea as i have been informed that the 3rd monday in january is deemed the 'saddest day of the year', which makes it a great day to go out and cheer yourself up :)
anyway, as life ebbs and flows and your situation changes, sometimes RW is the only way to afford a good meal and other times, the cheaper meal allows you to be a bit more indulgent in your wine selection... last night was the latter... J suggested we get a bottle and while a bottle of wine on a monday night might not sound like the smartest idea in the world, we are nothing if not a couple of drunks, so to us, it sounded like an excellent idea :)
oddly enough, neither of us had really heard of anything on the wine list, but i kept coming back to the wine above based on the location of its vineyard - Horse Heaven Hills, WA... and it fit the bill of not being the cheapest bottle on the menu but a few from that end - which is where i generally order from anyway if i dont recognize anything as being something i like... so based on that silliness, the order was placed.
and now i'm gonna go ahead and recommend a few things... #1, that wine. #2, the cauliflower soup, #3, the spicy cilantro rice that came with the mahi-mahi (with the sauce that came with the mahi mahi as well) and #4, the chocolate flan... but mostly? the wine...
as is bound to happen after a bottle of wine, we werent ready to head home for the night so it was off to metro cafe and wine bar only to find that it was closed, which lead us to end up at Maxie's for one more glass of wine... and some more of those vomit-inducing conversations that lucky-for-the-rest-of-the-world, no one but us has to hear ;)
Overdue
date: Jan 18
drink: Coppola Zinfindel
what: post-eagles-loss sob-fest
We'd been saying we were making pasta since the golden globes. kept trying, kept failing... J and i are like that - full of plans and then never enough time to follow through (granted, its sad when you cant even find time to make pasta, but i digress...) but dammit, a week of saying we're making pasta and we're making pasta already!
afterwards, a long walk with the dog through the park in the snow - this time up by the non-plane-filled portion of the hudson... nyc is awesome when it first snows... it always sucks the next day when its all gross and slushy and all of that but that first night? you cant beat it...
drink: Coppola Zinfindel
what: post-eagles-loss sob-fest
We'd been saying we were making pasta since the golden globes. kept trying, kept failing... J and i are like that - full of plans and then never enough time to follow through (granted, its sad when you cant even find time to make pasta, but i digress...) but dammit, a week of saying we're making pasta and we're making pasta already!
afterwards, a long walk with the dog through the park in the snow - this time up by the non-plane-filled portion of the hudson... nyc is awesome when it first snows... it always sucks the next day when its all gross and slushy and all of that but that first night? you cant beat it...
Monday, January 19, 2009
the plane! on a crane!
date: Jan 17
drink: bloody mary with brunch, pear cider spiked with the captain, blackberry cosmos and stoli-vanilla-and-sprite
what: brunch at St James Gate, R's 30th birthday & a double date with E & K (Rice, Vig 27 and Desmonds Tavern)
so, before i begin, its official - westside brewing company closed... j and i are sad sad sad because that had kind of become our place and it was a good balance between bar and restaurant vibe.. which means we need to find a new place. le sigh.
so j and i are lameasses and fell asleep super early on friday night, meaning we missed eating dinner... which meant that, upon waking on saturday, we were both starved... i knew i wanted a drink with my brunch but aside from that, had little agenda... we first tried going to Josie's but failed as i tend to forget that saturday brunch is nearly as crowded as sunday brunch and, therefore, you cant just walk in at 1pm and get a table... we wandered up amsterdam and finally settled on St James Gate and some bloody marys, french toast w/ bananas for me and french toast with poached eggs, bacon and potatoes for J...
after a few errands, we headed back home to get ready for R's surprise 30th birthday party, where we'd stop in for the 'surprise!' part before we headed out to meet E & K for dinner and stuff... party was nice - r was super-surprised - however, we might as well have been naked in the middle of the room as the work crew were the only non-orthodox people in the place... eh, whatever. they're just jealous that i get to wear jeans ;)
finally it was off to rice to meet E&K (first time i'd be meeting either of them) which never disappoints as rice is still one of my favorite restaurants in the city... afterwards, our lushy selves decided to head to Vig 27 for drinks... ladies, if you are single and like the investment banker types, i suggest heading to Vig... it had to be 5 or 10 - 1 guys to girls... every time a girl walked in, we watched her get swallowed up by the sea of men. it was fairly hilarous but fairly wasted on a girl out with her bf ;)
eventually we could take no more of the I-banker scene and headed out to Desmond's Tavern where a co-workers band was playing... listened to a few songs, watched the band nearly get electrocuted by the leaky ceiling and the, the best part of the night, k & e helped me convince J that we should - no NEEDED - to go see the plane in the hudson. i'd been trying to get him to go since friday to no avail... i wanted to see the plane in the hudson! E&K live near where it was stuck, so after hours and hours of prodding, j realized that resistance was futile and that he should just accept it...
imagine my delight when we got down to BPC and found the plane no longer in the hudson, but instead, the plane was on a crane!
drink: bloody mary with brunch, pear cider spiked with the captain, blackberry cosmos and stoli-vanilla-and-sprite
what: brunch at St James Gate, R's 30th birthday & a double date with E & K (Rice, Vig 27 and Desmonds Tavern)
so, before i begin, its official - westside brewing company closed... j and i are sad sad sad because that had kind of become our place and it was a good balance between bar and restaurant vibe.. which means we need to find a new place. le sigh.
so j and i are lameasses and fell asleep super early on friday night, meaning we missed eating dinner... which meant that, upon waking on saturday, we were both starved... i knew i wanted a drink with my brunch but aside from that, had little agenda... we first tried going to Josie's but failed as i tend to forget that saturday brunch is nearly as crowded as sunday brunch and, therefore, you cant just walk in at 1pm and get a table... we wandered up amsterdam and finally settled on St James Gate and some bloody marys, french toast w/ bananas for me and french toast with poached eggs, bacon and potatoes for J...
after a few errands, we headed back home to get ready for R's surprise 30th birthday party, where we'd stop in for the 'surprise!' part before we headed out to meet E & K for dinner and stuff... party was nice - r was super-surprised - however, we might as well have been naked in the middle of the room as the work crew were the only non-orthodox people in the place... eh, whatever. they're just jealous that i get to wear jeans ;)
finally it was off to rice to meet E&K (first time i'd be meeting either of them) which never disappoints as rice is still one of my favorite restaurants in the city... afterwards, our lushy selves decided to head to Vig 27 for drinks... ladies, if you are single and like the investment banker types, i suggest heading to Vig... it had to be 5 or 10 - 1 guys to girls... every time a girl walked in, we watched her get swallowed up by the sea of men. it was fairly hilarous but fairly wasted on a girl out with her bf ;)
eventually we could take no more of the I-banker scene and headed out to Desmond's Tavern where a co-workers band was playing... listened to a few songs, watched the band nearly get electrocuted by the leaky ceiling and the, the best part of the night, k & e helped me convince J that we should - no NEEDED - to go see the plane in the hudson. i'd been trying to get him to go since friday to no avail... i wanted to see the plane in the hudson! E&K live near where it was stuck, so after hours and hours of prodding, j realized that resistance was futile and that he should just accept it...
imagine my delight when we got down to BPC and found the plane no longer in the hudson, but instead, the plane was on a crane!
i know some people dont approve of touristing the plane, but whatever. no one died. its not morbid. its a plane that was in the hudson river! (hopefully) a once in a lifetime thing. how could i not go??? sure, we froze. sure, j wanted to kill me. but the plane! on a crane! even if he wont admit it, he's glad he saw it too ;)
Friday, January 16, 2009
how to deal
date: Jan 15
drink: Stella
what: BN and Blondies with J
two things happened yesterday. first, i found out that one of the classes i'll be teaching (outside of my regular job) starts 3 weeks earlier than i thought - as in 3 weeks from now, instead of 6 weeks. meaning i'm WAY behind in planning for something thats freaking me out as it is! so i gchatted J in a panic and he told me that he'd help me find the paperwork that had gone missing in my apartment and also go with me to BN so that i could start looking for the books i needed to prepare and then we'd go back to my apartment and he'd make dinner while i was getting stuff pulled together. he's a good egg like that.
then, around 3:50 in the afternoon, that same good egg calls me and very non-chalantly asks, is today the day your dad flies? and i'm all yeah, theoretically, cause i'm thinking he's going to tell me that the airports are shut down due to weather/ice or something... and then he's all pulling other info out of me which honestly, didnt even send up my flags because he was so random about it... all of it in an effort to ensure that my father was not currently on a life raft in the hudson river, as my father flies from NY (technically from NJ but a quick news blast would call newark a NY airport) to Charlotte every single thursday. at the time, i didnt even know that my dad had taken an earlier flight than he normally does and was on a 3:29 out of newark. yes, you read that right - my dad was pretty much taking off when that other plane was being attacked by a flock of geese...
anyway, despite the fact that it wasnt my dad's plane, the whole thing did a pretty good job of unnerving me...
J came over, we found my paperwork and headed down to BN... by the time we got out of there, it was just too late to make the food that J had brought over to make dinner so we decided to go out to eat. first tried to go to westside brewing company only to find the place dark (i hope due to a construction problem, not a shut down...) and instead headed to Blondie's...
after the stress of the day, fries and beer were exactly what the dr ordered... well, for me at least... Unfortunately, J's food, beer and fighting-off-a-cold combination didnt exactly agree... pretty much like me a week and a half ago...
drink: Stella
what: BN and Blondies with J
two things happened yesterday. first, i found out that one of the classes i'll be teaching (outside of my regular job) starts 3 weeks earlier than i thought - as in 3 weeks from now, instead of 6 weeks. meaning i'm WAY behind in planning for something thats freaking me out as it is! so i gchatted J in a panic and he told me that he'd help me find the paperwork that had gone missing in my apartment and also go with me to BN so that i could start looking for the books i needed to prepare and then we'd go back to my apartment and he'd make dinner while i was getting stuff pulled together. he's a good egg like that.
then, around 3:50 in the afternoon, that same good egg calls me and very non-chalantly asks, is today the day your dad flies? and i'm all yeah, theoretically, cause i'm thinking he's going to tell me that the airports are shut down due to weather/ice or something... and then he's all pulling other info out of me which honestly, didnt even send up my flags because he was so random about it... all of it in an effort to ensure that my father was not currently on a life raft in the hudson river, as my father flies from NY (technically from NJ but a quick news blast would call newark a NY airport) to Charlotte every single thursday. at the time, i didnt even know that my dad had taken an earlier flight than he normally does and was on a 3:29 out of newark. yes, you read that right - my dad was pretty much taking off when that other plane was being attacked by a flock of geese...
anyway, despite the fact that it wasnt my dad's plane, the whole thing did a pretty good job of unnerving me...
J came over, we found my paperwork and headed down to BN... by the time we got out of there, it was just too late to make the food that J had brought over to make dinner so we decided to go out to eat. first tried to go to westside brewing company only to find the place dark (i hope due to a construction problem, not a shut down...) and instead headed to Blondie's...
after the stress of the day, fries and beer were exactly what the dr ordered... well, for me at least... Unfortunately, J's food, beer and fighting-off-a-cold combination didnt exactly agree... pretty much like me a week and a half ago...
Monday, January 12, 2009
the first day of the rest of your life
date: Jan 11
drink: red wine sangria
what: S's annual post-holiday party
every year S has a post-holiday girl-party... we eat, we drink, some people exchange presents through the nasty-santa game... this year i was on tap to help set up on saturday and then to join the festivities early on sunday (read: finish help setting up)
Saturday night consisted of shopping, furniture moving, sangria-preparing and list-making...
Sunday was all about the cooking. and the drinking. and the eating. and the eating. and the eating.
by the time the majority of the guests arrived around 4pm, i was already so full that i could have stopped right then and there. but, oh, no... see, there were supposed to be like, 12 people but at the last minute, a number of them backed out and it turned out that all that food (when an italian and an israeli plan a menu - food for 12 is more like food for 25) was for MEEEE. ok, and the others, but mostly for MEEEE!
a few glasses of sangria and about 4238 helpings of food and it was time to head home to watch the Golden Globes with J... he had wanted to make dinner (apparently he has a tradition of eating spagetti and meatballs while watching awards shows - who knew boys had traditions like that???) but i was insistent that i wouldnt be joining him in the eating part of the meal (i'm just the cook).
of course, never one to turn away food, i ended up eating MORE spin dip and MORE taco dip and some of the garlic bread that we made (foregoing spagetti and meatballs for the leftover dips and chips)... i was a bulemic on a binge, only i forgot about that whole purging part...
i'm pretty sure that i accomplished something that has never happened before - i got so full that the thought of food turned my stomach. literally. we were talking about dinner next week with his friends - at one of my most favoritest restaurants ever - and i had to stop the conversation because it was making me queasy... then talking about J's birthday dinner and again, had to stop... i woke up this morning still full and while i did have lunch, i probably could have skipped it...
my fat pants are officially too small on me, as of today.
and just like that, commence diet. i dont EVER want to feel like that again. EVER...
drink: red wine sangria
what: S's annual post-holiday party
every year S has a post-holiday girl-party... we eat, we drink, some people exchange presents through the nasty-santa game... this year i was on tap to help set up on saturday and then to join the festivities early on sunday (read: finish help setting up)
Saturday night consisted of shopping, furniture moving, sangria-preparing and list-making...
Sunday was all about the cooking. and the drinking. and the eating. and the eating. and the eating.
by the time the majority of the guests arrived around 4pm, i was already so full that i could have stopped right then and there. but, oh, no... see, there were supposed to be like, 12 people but at the last minute, a number of them backed out and it turned out that all that food (when an italian and an israeli plan a menu - food for 12 is more like food for 25) was for MEEEE. ok, and the others, but mostly for MEEEE!
a few glasses of sangria and about 4238 helpings of food and it was time to head home to watch the Golden Globes with J... he had wanted to make dinner (apparently he has a tradition of eating spagetti and meatballs while watching awards shows - who knew boys had traditions like that???) but i was insistent that i wouldnt be joining him in the eating part of the meal (i'm just the cook).
of course, never one to turn away food, i ended up eating MORE spin dip and MORE taco dip and some of the garlic bread that we made (foregoing spagetti and meatballs for the leftover dips and chips)... i was a bulemic on a binge, only i forgot about that whole purging part...
i'm pretty sure that i accomplished something that has never happened before - i got so full that the thought of food turned my stomach. literally. we were talking about dinner next week with his friends - at one of my most favoritest restaurants ever - and i had to stop the conversation because it was making me queasy... then talking about J's birthday dinner and again, had to stop... i woke up this morning still full and while i did have lunch, i probably could have skipped it...
my fat pants are officially too small on me, as of today.
and just like that, commence diet. i dont EVER want to feel like that again. EVER...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
misadventures in brooklyn
date: Jan 3
drink: pinot noir
what: park slope with J - first to Barbes to see Les Chauds Lapins and then off to dinner at Aperitivo
so j sent me an email earlier in the week saying there was this show he REALLY wanted to go to out in BK. since he and i are those weird manhattanites that not-so-secretly love all things park slope, i was in without even looking to see what i was getting myself into... once i found out that it was americans singing old french songs, i was way too curious to even think of backing out!
by the time saturday rolled around, i was starting to get sick. and was told about 545 times that i could back out. however, again, americans singing old french songs in a brooklyn bar? this i gotta see...
off to brooklyn we went, with a quick stop at the Bell House to see if J could score some last minute Okkervil River tickets (he couldnt) and then on to Barbes... where we didnt manage to grab a table, which is unfortunate, because had we, we wouldnt have been sitting in the chairs. and J wouldnt have accidentally dropped his iPhone and shattered the glass...
so me and my ginger-ale (due to aforementioned cold) and J and his broken iPhone and lack of Okkervil River tickets - and i honestly thought we should have run home and hid under the covers until it was Sunday... but we stayed. and i have to tell you, americans singing old french songs is quite entertaining. not in the traditional rockin' saturday night way, but in the way that really, really makes you want to drink wine...
After the show we were both hungry and decided to just randomly head up towards the subway and see what we found... which is how we landed on Aperitivo... had we seen the reviews (linked above and elsewhere on google) we may not have however, i'm not at all sorry we did... and between the french music and the italian restaurant, wine won out over the cold*...
i'm honestly not sure why the reviews for the place are so awful - while it wasnt the single best meal of my life or anything, it was a perfectly fine meal at a cute place... is it possible that manhattanites are LESS discerning than park slopers???
*However, the cold would like you to know that, on Sunday, it exacted revenge over the wine and i spent the next 3 days in bed...
drink: pinot noir
what: park slope with J - first to Barbes to see Les Chauds Lapins and then off to dinner at Aperitivo
so j sent me an email earlier in the week saying there was this show he REALLY wanted to go to out in BK. since he and i are those weird manhattanites that not-so-secretly love all things park slope, i was in without even looking to see what i was getting myself into... once i found out that it was americans singing old french songs, i was way too curious to even think of backing out!
by the time saturday rolled around, i was starting to get sick. and was told about 545 times that i could back out. however, again, americans singing old french songs in a brooklyn bar? this i gotta see...
off to brooklyn we went, with a quick stop at the Bell House to see if J could score some last minute Okkervil River tickets (he couldnt) and then on to Barbes... where we didnt manage to grab a table, which is unfortunate, because had we, we wouldnt have been sitting in the chairs. and J wouldnt have accidentally dropped his iPhone and shattered the glass...
so me and my ginger-ale (due to aforementioned cold) and J and his broken iPhone and lack of Okkervil River tickets - and i honestly thought we should have run home and hid under the covers until it was Sunday... but we stayed. and i have to tell you, americans singing old french songs is quite entertaining. not in the traditional rockin' saturday night way, but in the way that really, really makes you want to drink wine...
After the show we were both hungry and decided to just randomly head up towards the subway and see what we found... which is how we landed on Aperitivo... had we seen the reviews (linked above and elsewhere on google) we may not have however, i'm not at all sorry we did... and between the french music and the italian restaurant, wine won out over the cold*...
i'm honestly not sure why the reviews for the place are so awful - while it wasnt the single best meal of my life or anything, it was a perfectly fine meal at a cute place... is it possible that manhattanites are LESS discerning than park slopers???
*However, the cold would like you to know that, on Sunday, it exacted revenge over the wine and i spent the next 3 days in bed...
making good on forgotten plans
date: Jan 2
drink: lychee martini
what: party shopping and sushi at Haru w/ S
so apparently while i was trashed on NYE, S coerced me into going shopping for supplies for her annual post-holiday party... i didnt remember agreeing to this but the fact of the matter is, if i fall asleep in knee-high boots, there's a good chance that there's a few things i didnt remember...
i said ok as long as we could follow it up with sushi...
off to party city we went - supplies found and color schemes decided - we headed down to Haru... i swore that i wasnt drinking but when can i ever resist anything with lychee in it? Um, never...
drink: lychee martini
what: party shopping and sushi at Haru w/ S
so apparently while i was trashed on NYE, S coerced me into going shopping for supplies for her annual post-holiday party... i didnt remember agreeing to this but the fact of the matter is, if i fall asleep in knee-high boots, there's a good chance that there's a few things i didnt remember...
i said ok as long as we could follow it up with sushi...
off to party city we went - supplies found and color schemes decided - we headed down to Haru... i swore that i wasnt drinking but when can i ever resist anything with lychee in it? Um, never...
amateur night
date: Dec 31
drink: captain & diet
what: new years eve at the gale
its a good thing i have a boyfriend... see, i originally had new years plans with friends. we didnt know what, but we knew who.
then j came along and he also had a group of friends that he had plans with, but didnt know what either.
so we decided that, if it worked, we'd combine forces and make one big happy family out of the whole thing.
enter deflectors. some on my side, some on his...
thankfully, the group we ended up with was awesome - even if it did include J's last 'conquest'... which was potentially uncomfortable but i'm nothing if not a consummate adult in those situations (aw hell - i almost managed to write that with a straight face... more like consummate avoider...) particularly when *I'm* the one kissing the guy at midnight...
and while i was supposed to make it downtown for kareoke killed the kat, i instead passed out, kneehigh boots on and contacts in, somewhere around 230 in the morning...
i'm fairly certain that passing out in boots indicates that you had such a rockin' good time that you just didnt want it to end. that, or that captain and diet makes you so beligerant that no one can tell you what to do, even if its for your own good...
drink: captain & diet
what: new years eve at the gale
its a good thing i have a boyfriend... see, i originally had new years plans with friends. we didnt know what, but we knew who.
then j came along and he also had a group of friends that he had plans with, but didnt know what either.
so we decided that, if it worked, we'd combine forces and make one big happy family out of the whole thing.
enter deflectors. some on my side, some on his...
thankfully, the group we ended up with was awesome - even if it did include J's last 'conquest'... which was potentially uncomfortable but i'm nothing if not a consummate adult in those situations (aw hell - i almost managed to write that with a straight face... more like consummate avoider...) particularly when *I'm* the one kissing the guy at midnight...
and while i was supposed to make it downtown for kareoke killed the kat, i instead passed out, kneehigh boots on and contacts in, somewhere around 230 in the morning...
i'm fairly certain that passing out in boots indicates that you had such a rockin' good time that you just didnt want it to end. that, or that captain and diet makes you so beligerant that no one can tell you what to do, even if its for your own good...
a bit fuzzy
date: Dec 28
drink: bloody mary @ breakfast, some red wine blend later on
what: brunch, glasses-buying and shopping with E & C and then god knows what with J later on
this is what i get for being a week behind... i remember this - i went to brunch at Josie's with E&C, dragged them to lenscrafters to help me pick out new frames ($989 later...) and then off to brave macy's to go boot shopping... oh, and a quick run through old navy to try and replace my mom's xmas present... i remember that brunch was GOOD - so good that i ate WAY WAY too much... i remember that E&C were awesome at helping me pick out two new pairs of glasses and a pair of sunglasses... i remember that macy's was the scariest place on earth and that their employees are the definition of useless... beyond that, the rest of the day is kind of a blur...
that kinda sucks. i hate when i lose days like that...
drink: bloody mary @ breakfast, some red wine blend later on
what: brunch, glasses-buying and shopping with E & C and then god knows what with J later on
this is what i get for being a week behind... i remember this - i went to brunch at Josie's with E&C, dragged them to lenscrafters to help me pick out new frames ($989 later...) and then off to brave macy's to go boot shopping... oh, and a quick run through old navy to try and replace my mom's xmas present... i remember that brunch was GOOD - so good that i ate WAY WAY too much... i remember that E&C were awesome at helping me pick out two new pairs of glasses and a pair of sunglasses... i remember that macy's was the scariest place on earth and that their employees are the definition of useless... beyond that, the rest of the day is kind of a blur...
that kinda sucks. i hate when i lose days like that...
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