None the less, the highlights:
1. The BFF had me over for drinks before dinner. Her boyfriend had received what she deemed "fancy Champagne" for Christmas and I was allowed to partake.
Okay. Glorious, I like booze. I'm saving a bottle of Moet for my birthday, even.
I arrived, disheveled and starving to find...Dom Perignon! Hell motherfucking Yes! It came with an instruction booklet and everything! The BFF and the BF didn't see what the big deal was, but I did. I felt like I was losing my virginity again, and it was just as good.
Okay, actually, it was better.
2. My brother, Becky, Big Chris, The Brians and Bob came over for dinner on Sunday. I'm beginning to love Sunday dinner again, as long as it's like an episode of Friends. I screwed up my brussel spouts, but otherwise, my really hot lawyer made fresh bread and Bob brought Tecate and I remember little...so it was lovely. Big Chris stayed late and watched crappy TV movies with me and the next thing I knew, I woke up...SICK.
Being sick sucks. This isn't fake, get out of work, spend all day drinking Spumanti and doing your nails. This is gross, Dayquil and toilet-paper-as-Kleenex ugly. Feel free to send floral arrangements. I'm probably close to death.
I'm cranking out my Eve stuff now, God willing...
PS: Confidential to Molly and Chris, I'm alive. But thanks for worrying. Shit, one day!
4 comments:
Your parents are taking you to Martini House for your birthday? Wow.
Parents? Who said anything about parents??
Moet... Dom... if you had some Cristal, you'd be completing the Snoop Dogg Triangle!
OMG, Martini House is amazing! You'll have so much fun and it's a good thing you're staying close by. Their bar is awesome. AWESOME. Happy Birthday, sweets. 30 is a big deal!
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