Sorry for the post-free days. It’s been a shitty week. I went to Joe’s farewell party (leaving his job, not the city) last night to cheer myself up and wish the old man well. Glad I attended because being around the group totally lifted my spirits and I had a blast!! (Lynne, you better be there next time!!) It was absolutely wonderful to catch up with @missmith11, @feezy9, @jenniferrichman, @MikeHoffman, @the_interocitor, @tschweitzer, @DouglasPaul, @RodKurtz, @NorfLondonNY, Angumeister and a bunch of other people. Hmmm … Apparently, if you don’t drink for a long time and then drink a shitload of Amstel Lights and several shots of chilled Patron within a few hours, you pass out on the subway at 2:21 a.m., miss your stop, run south 29 blocks to get home, stumble into the shower with your clothes on, leave your wet sneakers in the bath and wake up the next morning with a dead vibrator on your kitchen counter.
[Whistles innocently while looking up at the ceiling.]
I think I’ll take it easy tonight.










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Holy shit! Now that’s a night out!
Sounds like a fun night out!
Oooh honey… typical new york and typical you! :)Â Miss and Love you!
If only you could remember the details!
You are, easily, one of the most fabulous people I know
=)
Yeah, that happens to me all the time.
so….. where did you leave the body…..
lamesabassman…… and the Patron…..
29 blocks……. you be sooooo fit…..
lamesabassman……. that’s hellacool….
LMAO. That is crazy! That is why I don’t drink.
What a calm night you had, Twanna. Honestly, you need to get out more! LIVE!
:-P
LMAO umm wow…does your mama read your blog?
second rule…… no mama talk or thoughts of….. besides dont all mamas know all from the jump street just what page you’re on…
lamesabassman….. and you’ll know if Mom has ever read this tome from the tone in her
voice….. they wont say much, then again they never have to…..
Amstel Lights……shots of chilled Patron…….pass out on the subway at 2:21 a.m……..run south 29 blocks…….shower with your clothes on………a dead vibrator on your kitchen counter.
Ok check all of the above, now I know what to do next weekend, thanks for the suggestions.