date: Jan 24
drink: beer
what: J's 33rd birthday party at Greenwich Treehouse
... complete with Guinness Cupcakes for the birthday boy - because if you are going to bring cupcakes to a boy's birthday, they better have an edge...
I was a good girl - only had a few beers because i knew that, by the end of the night, SOMEONE was going to need taking care of... and sure enough, around 1am, the 'i'm really drunk' declarations began... followed by a refusal to button his coat while waiting for a cab...
amazingly enough, sunday wasnt nearly as rough as you may have guessed that it would be...
Saturday, February 7, 2009
J's birthday - more french
date: Jan 23
drink: wine - red - lots of it
what: La Ripaille, wine bar on UES
after a leisurely day spent traipesing around the city (we both took the day off) and birthday presents trickling in, it was time for my favorite part of any holiday - the food...
i know J likes french food so i went in search of a little french place that still would be vegetarian friendly (for me :) )... despite the fact that La Ripaille came complete with an endorsement from Courtney Love, it looked like just the place...
if you ever go, get the broccoli mousse...
and dont let the bitchy pregnant lady try to steal your table just because SHE HAS A RESERVATION (guess what lady, so do i. i just didnt feel the need to scream about it)
anyway, after that we decided to head up to the UES - J wanted to stop at home and pick something up before we went back across town... and thats when all hell broke loose... see, it was after midnight. meaning it was not his birthday anymore. meaning i did NOT have to suck it up if something pissed me off.
commence first fight. middle of street, stomping, not speaking, scene-causing first fight.
but we survived. more wine and a little side trip back to his apartment to make up for his wrongdoing the first time and everything was fine... well, everything except the dog cause we ended up passing out at his place and didnt get home til the next morning, meaning poor little T had to sleep alone on the couch with the lights on... (dont worry, we were only gone a total of 10 hours or so - it was pretty much just like when i go to work for the day...)
drink: wine - red - lots of it
what: La Ripaille, wine bar on UES
after a leisurely day spent traipesing around the city (we both took the day off) and birthday presents trickling in, it was time for my favorite part of any holiday - the food...
i know J likes french food so i went in search of a little french place that still would be vegetarian friendly (for me :) )... despite the fact that La Ripaille came complete with an endorsement from Courtney Love, it looked like just the place...
if you ever go, get the broccoli mousse...
and dont let the bitchy pregnant lady try to steal your table just because SHE HAS A RESERVATION (guess what lady, so do i. i just didnt feel the need to scream about it)
anyway, after that we decided to head up to the UES - J wanted to stop at home and pick something up before we went back across town... and thats when all hell broke loose... see, it was after midnight. meaning it was not his birthday anymore. meaning i did NOT have to suck it up if something pissed me off.
commence first fight. middle of street, stomping, not speaking, scene-causing first fight.
but we survived. more wine and a little side trip back to his apartment to make up for his wrongdoing the first time and everything was fine... well, everything except the dog cause we ended up passing out at his place and didnt get home til the next morning, meaning poor little T had to sleep alone on the couch with the lights on... (dont worry, we were only gone a total of 10 hours or so - it was pretty much just like when i go to work for the day...)
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