Saturday, Bro and I finish our brunch featuring two lovely frozen margaritas at 3:45pm. We’re both supposed to meet Bituin and her boyfriend Stan at this pub in the theater district at 6:00pm.
Bro departs her house at 5:52pm. I’m running late. I hop in a cab at 6:22pm and my phone rings. It’s Bituin. She wants to know where I am. “I’m in a cab,” I say while I look in the cabbie’s rearview mirror to check my lipgloss. My left hand holds my cell phone to my ear and I use my right hand to wipe extra gloss from the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be there in, like, maybe five minutes?” Fifteen minutes later, I meet Bro, Stan and Bituin at the bar. I order a pop. We leave around 7:30pm or so because the play, In My Life, starts at 8:00pm. The play ends up being one of the worst Broadway shows that I’ve ever seen. (Its only redeeming quality is an actor named Jonathan Groff; he’s great!) Post show, we head to a restaurant where I know the owners. When I go there, they typically: join me for shots at the bar; supply complimentary wine, champagne and/or cocktails during dinner; and allow me to stay in the restaurant after it closes.
The waiter looks at my playbill and asks what the play was about. I tell him. “Really?” he asks. “A guy with Tourette Syndrome?”
“Yes, really.” I say. But, I’m already a little tipsy from the wine so I do an immitation by shaking wildly and adding, “Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Damn.”
His eyes get really big and he looks scared. But, he just laughs it off and says, “very odd.”
Stan, Bituin, Bro, the waiter and I each down: several glasses of wine, six shots (three triples) and a round of champagne. We leave the waiter at the restaurant around 2:00am. Later, at a bar different from the one that we went to earlier, we have a round of beers and slur along as the DJ plays Biz Markie’s You Say He’s Just a Friend. We leave around 4:15am and head back to my place where we drink, laugh, sing, dance and generally just goof off until 5:54am. Today, I am re-hydrating my body with water, nursing my hangover and enjoying the beautiful weather. I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow. The weekends go by too quickly …
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Stolie
that sounds like a top weekend. i am jealous….although i had a top weekend myself!!
I had a good time, but I think I’m still recovering …
Stolie
Thanks for letting me live vicariously! I can’t remember the last time I stayed up until 6 a.m. (Sadly, I can easily remember the last time I got up at 6 a.m…)
I can’t do the party till dawn thing as much as I too. It’s fun every now and then, but it does take a toll on my body.
Stolie