Sunday, July 30, 2006

too drunk

Work is still going well. I went to another event Thursday for the launch of a new liqueur, and got home around 9:30pm, which is way earlier than the last event. I like all the girls I work with, I especially like the events b/c it is the most socializing I do with them--except sometimes lunch. I went to the gym only three days (Mon-Wed) but that is one more day than last week. I will get there.

The theme of this weekend seems to have been getting too drunk. I think I sometimes forget that I made the "switch to beer" rule, and this weekend was one of those times. I do fine if I think about it before I go out. If I don't think about it while sober, though, you can be assured that I won't think about it when drunk.

Friday I napped after work again. Then Court, Merna and I went for a late dinner at Cafe Espanol, a tapas place in Greenwich Village. We ate and drank sangria so that we could consider dinner our pre-party. We got wind that a million people we knew from college were all at Mannahatta, so we walked over to the East Village and met up with them. Jenna was in town, which is the main reason we went, but Connor and crew were there, Derek was there with Hugo, who was also in town, and we saw lots of other random UT alums we knew. I drank a ton of rum and diet's and danced a lot with Mern and Court since they played a lot of fun pop and rap music downstairs. Nothing exciting really happened, we left and drove by Union Square on the way home...and thought immediately of Coffee Shop. We totally made the cabbie stop right then and I finally got the bacon cheeseburger I have been craving for a month now. Definitely not a crazy night though.

Saturday Court and I watched Match Point then I went to babysit from 8-11. I came back here, finished my book (I was so close--I had to) and Merna came over to pre-party. Around 12:45 we left to try and get to Aer (where the same UT alums, including Jenna, were) by 1 while it was still free. Even though we were late, we somehow got in without paying, which always makes me happy. I saw Court and Liz for a bit, Jenna and Zack for a bit, and maybe a few others but mostly I was running around with Merna. We were dancing on the banquets and sweating our ASSES off. I was literally drenched in sweat. I think their AC was broken. It had to have been! It is a good thing this city is filled with drunk asses, because I guess everyone was too drunk to care. I was. Eventually Merna and I left to go to The Gansevoort Hotel to meet up with Johnny, her man of the hour. On a side note--I thought we were at Aer the whole night. I thought we just met up with Johnny at the downstairs part of Aer. I found out today we were at a completely different location. So yea, I was pretty much out of it when we met up with Johnny and his friends. Some really short ugly girl said something weird to me and I told Merna, "The troll spooked me out." I guess I am still pretty creative when totally sloshed. The troll thing was pretty right on--but who says things like, spooked me out? I guess...I do? Late in the night Merna ran into a friend of hers, Eric, and I started talking to him; then Merna decides she is leaving to go shack with Johnny. Eric says we can split a cab, I agree. I have no clue where he lives. I just remember (vaguely) being in the cab and having to tell him that I was NOT coming home with him about 100 times. It might have been at this point when I drunk dialed Jason...I do not recall this phone call at all but apparently I was being really weird. I also don't know if I thought my calling some other guy would help to convince Eric I was not going home with him, or if I just like to drunk dial and don't care who is around.

When I got home, evidently Mikey was passed out on the couch. I sat down on his chest and passed out sitting up, with my arms above my head. This is how Court and Liz found me (us) when they came home. There is a pic. It will be on Webshots. It's awesome. They woke us up and I was still wasted, obviously, since I hadn't been passed out for long. Apparently I told Mikey, "Take off my belt," to which he replied, "You aren't wearing a belt." I insisted he take off said belt numerous times before pointing to my shoes and saying, "They're right there!" So he took off my "belt" and carried me to my bed.

Yea. Definitely switching to beer next weekend.

Justin moves to NY on Wed, and he will stay with us until he gets an apartment. Yay for more Texans in NY! Also, next weekend, we are going to stay in Friday night and play Taboo (my idea, of course) so we can get up early Sat, rent a car, and drive to Hurricane Harbor, a water amusement park. I am excited. I already have a car reserved.

Monday, July 24, 2006

new job and out with randoms

So Tues I started my new job. I like it a lot so far, we are expanding a lot and are about to hire even more people, so that should be good. Right now I work with people who are mostly in their 20's, which is nice. Everyone seems friendly and stuff, blah blah. I found out that I will be traveling to 5 cities within about 6 months (Nov-May) for our main project. I will be in Dallas, Chicago, LA, Miami, and Vegas for about a weekend every three weeks starting in Nov. I also got to work at an event Thurs, which was a dinner/tasting for a new scotch which is 114 proof. Normal scotch is like 80. Absinth is like 150. So this shit was strong. I got to eat dinner (steak, yum) and try the scotch, but also had to work and hand out gift bags, etc. They said I could have a bottle but I haven't taken one yet...I don't know how many free bottles I will be getting...I will keep y'all posted. Hah.

So I was tired all week from the "working girl schedule" and was pretty boring until Friday. I also skipped the gym to nap, but then had energy to go out. Mikey, Court and I drank here with no concrete plan til about 1am, at which point Mikey decided he was staying in (he was getting up early to see some car race or something). Court and I decide just to go to McFaddens, the bar across the street. On our way out, we hear the neighbors being loud and decide to randomly knock on their door and introduce ourselves. We know they are young guys, but usually I see them when I am hungover and gross looking on Sat or Sun in the hall and ignore them. Because we all know that if you act like you don't see someone, they can't see you. Riiight. Anyway, the two guys who live in the apartment were there alone, staying in for the night. Using our charm and wit, we easily convinced them to come across the street with us. This was a good move on our part since they bought us a ton of jaeger shots and drinks. Somehow I get wasted. I am in the restroom looking in the mirror when I tell Court, "I see two of me!" She also said I was giggling at the Morgans. She told me to stop drinking, I conceded. See how I am getting to be a responsible drunk? After I either stopped seeing double or stopped caring, I went out on the "dancefloor," and danced with the first person around. There were fun fratastic songs playing for a while, but I realized I was dancing with a creepy ug--a Crug, if you will, and dashed away after a bit. I started talking to a group of guys who were all pretty cute, but Crug was still standing around behind me, staring in his crugly way. (God I love making up words.) Eventually I lost Crug and found the neighbors, who were NOT dancing around to fratty songs. One of them was belligerant though, and was literally using me to stand up. He was also trying to kiss me, but I refused because earlier he had told me he had a girlfriend. As we all know, I do not support cheating, but I also had other reasons why I didn't want to make out with him. Luckily, the bar was closing, so I didn't have to fend him off for long.

Outside of the bar there were a bunch of cops. The neighbor (who was not trying to kiss me) had shorts on under his pants--not even boxers, actual athletic SHORTS--which were hanging out above his pants. His pants, dissappointingly, were sagging a great deal. The cops somehow thought that this qualified him for indecent exposure and called him over. Though we tried to talk them out of it, they ended up writing the neighbor a ticket! WHAT THE FUCK?!!? We are in New York City and THAT is what they waste their time and money on? After that ordeal, we all decided it was time to call it a night. Boo cops!

Saturday it was rainy, which translates directly to lazy. Court and I sat around for hours and finally ventured out to see The Devil Wears Prada with Sheri. (It was cute, but the ending was different from the book.) That is literally all we did that day. That evening, we had about 4 plans brewing. Connor had called saying his roomate was having a party with bottles/tables. Albert wanted to meet up. Matt Albers, who plays for the Astros (and I barely know, but Jason had given him my #) was in town and wanted to go out. Adam was also going out for a friend's birthday. Etc, etc. Liz and Matt came over to pre-drink and around midnight most of these plans had fallen through. We ended up meeting Adam at Joshua Tree, which was uber crowded and difficult to even move around in. I am pretty sure I danced to a few 80's songs before I got Court's text saying she and Liz had left. Matt and I decided to leave to go meet up with them at Gaslight, which is in meatpacking near the Gansevoort Hotel. I am unclear on whether or not we even attempted to find Gaslight. I think I saw the Gansevoort and the line to get in and told Matt it was fun. He wanted to try to get in, and said something right to the bouncer because we got to cut the line. We were in the clubby part of O bar for a while, then moved to the bar part. Somewhere in here I switched to beer, but that did not prevent me from blacking out. Oops. I have no recollection of leaving the bar. I woke up in the Westin hotel in Times Square where all of the Astros were staying. I was in Matt's bed fully clothed, including my 4 inch stiletto sandals. Which I wore under the covers. Of course nothing happened between us, don't get any ideas. Anyway, I was still SO DRUNK and confused at like 8am when I initially woke up that I actually said, "Are you at my apartment?" Speaking must have triggered something in my brain to get it to halfway work, because then I realized I must be at a hotel. Hah. The bed was so comfy that I slept til 10, when Matt got up and had to get ready for the game. I felt bad for him, since I felt like shit and was still drunk, I am sure he felt the same. I somehow made it out of the hotel without running into any people in baseball uniforms, cabbed it back home and slept til 2pm.

Court and I shopped all day, I got 3 dresses. I am obsessed. We then ate a subpar dinner and got nutella crepes for dessert to make up for it. I wish I could be on a nutella crepe diet. I am in love with them. Becky came back from Pennsylvania today and we all watched Shopgirl together. I think it was the first time all three of us have hung out in like a month, we keep traveling so much. Adrienne comes in tomorrow for the night, because she is auditioning to be an MTV news reporter. We all know she is the queen of randomness! I doubt we go out, though. This week I am going to try and be good and work out. Jenna is then coming next weekend so I know it will be a wild one...

Well, that's it for me. Working girls need their rest.

Monday, July 17, 2006

NY, Dallas, Houston, NY, Job

Two weeks is a long time in blog-land. I have also been in three cities within the past week so I don't even really know where to begin. I guess I will start from the beginning, or where I think I left off. (Way too lazy to check.)

New York
Two Thursdays ago Katey was in NY for work, so she, Mikey, Derek and I met up for a pre-party at my apartment. Court and Liz were already out, meeting Josh and Mike (from Lake George/Wasted Wed) at 230, our fav roof top bar. I don't really think anything interesting happened here, except that I drunk kissed Mike, again. I need to stop. OH. And he kind of freaked me out because when we got to the bar, we said hi to them and then Court wanted to stalk this one guy who was there, so we told Mike and Josh we would be back in a bit and that we were going to wander. When I came back like 10 min later, Mike had a drink for me, the way I like it, with a lime. I was surprised--and it was half pleasantly, half negatively. Who DOES that?! What if we never came back!? Or at least had walked around for a half hour? I mean, he could have DRANK it, but--it was definitely for ME. I should have not kissed him later, but it was not a make out, no tongues were involved. Anyway, I was determined to have a wild night since I had taken Friday off from the stylist job (even though my flight was at 5:15pm) so I took Mikey and Katey to meatpacking, where we ended up at Home--which apparently is quite ghetto fabulous on Thursdays. We stuck close to Mikey but had fun dancing. Got home around 4am.

Friday we did lunch and the slow, tardariffic waitress caused me to be late getting ready. Traffic was also to blame, but to be fair, I should have anticipated that. I missed my train to the airport--being a Continental snob, the only flight at a good time was from Newark in NJ--so I took at $67 cab to the airport. Plus tip. The cabbie sped and swerved around cars on my request and I somehow did not miss my flight.

Dallas
After landing, I check my voicemail to find out that my start date for my new job has been postponed for a week! I call my mom and see if maybe I can leave Dallas for Houston and stay the week there...more on this later.
Samantha picks me up, we get ready, Emily comes over, and we head out to Wish, a bar, with some of Sam's guy friends. We all get pretty drunk pretty fast (I totally talked my way in to them buying us jaeger bombs) and start dancing around the bar. Todd comes to meet up and witnesses most of this. Then Chris Scofield shows up, whom I haven't talked to in over a year (he is Todd's best friend). I am pretty sure all he saw was me either giving or receiving lap dances from Samantha and Em. Hah. Sam and I both didn't remember how we got home, but apparently Todd took us. Em and I then left Sam (who was in full on gumby mode, unable to hold up her own head--or speak clearly) at her apartment and went over to Michael Gardner's girlfriend's apartment, where there was suppossedly an after party. There were a few of my old guy friends there and everyone was wasted. Matt Danziger and Michael karaoked to some songs, complete with that weird swaying dance drunk people (yea, yea, including myself) do. It was hilarious. When most of the party left, we took that as our que. When we got to Sam's apartment, she had deadbolted us out. I simultaniously called her cell and rang her doorbell over and over...but she was PTFO (passed the fuck out). Em and I had to drive a half hour to Plano, but luckily we had Whataburger to sober us up. Regardless, it was a really fun night out and I saw a ton of people, even if it were only for short intervals.

Saturday we hustled to Chic-Fil-A (what, like that's not important enough to hustle to?) and met up with two more of Sam's guy friends and Emily to go out on the guys' boat. Eventually we make it to Lake Lewisville, which is only about a half hour drive from where ever the hell we were in Dallas. I drank some rum and coke to get the party started, then switched to beer so that I can still function later. We parked the boat at Party Cove, which most of you have probably seen from my Webshots...if you haven't, it is a big place where boats park, people get wasted, and is basically like Spring Break. We started doing beer bongs out of noodles pretty quickly, and the craziness escalated from there. At one point we were all slapping Sam's ass, and this guy wearing a viking helmet floats on over and asks to join in. "Where AM I?" was all I could think. Some random guy was taking pics of us beer bonging, dancing (there was a lot of dancing on the boat as well) and generally just being retarded. We asked him if he was going to post the pics anywhere, and he told us to find him on Myspace and that his name was Motherbunches. You better believe we did. In fact, I added some of Motherbunches' pics to my Webshots. It is both awesome and kind of sad that 75% of people I know (or meet randomly) are as big of computer nerds as I am. Or, at least close.

Anyway, we ended up drunker than planned, and I was unable to call the airlines about a flight. This resulted in my having to answer my cell drunkenly and talk to my mom (who was talking to the airline for me) about possible flights. I must have held it together OK cause she never said anything about my lack of sobriety. Regardless, my new plan was set: I was staying in Dallas til Monday and then flying to Houston; I would then go back to NY Friday since there were no reasonable flights on Sat/Sun.

After the lake, we went to Central Market to get some food and then showered--later I realized that I didn't really remember this particular shower--and got re-ready. I was being quite the trooper, since I was only in Dallas one more going out night. Sam and Em were complaining about being tired--but to their credit, they pulled through because I was in town. We went to some random pre-party where there were a lot of creep asses...one guy kept trying to hug me and kiss me and it was just weird. I met him like 5 minutes before he tried these things. We also met this old guy who claimed to be Matthew McConaughey's brother. He DID look like him in the face, and appeared to be on some sort of drugs...which would also could have authenticated him further, had he not changed his name 3 times. He also kept making strange faces at the girl he was with, and kept getting into weirder and weirder topics. He told Emily that he wanted to take her swim suit shopping. Yea. When Creeper asked us to go to some bar with him, we declined and ended up somewhere with the guys from the party who were our own age. Note: at this point I had never really sobered up, but did not realize this at the time. I was drunker than I thought, is what I am getting at.

At the bar, one of the guys, Brian, asks me if I want something to drink. I tell him I want a jaeger shot. He tells me he is in love with me. He is also belligerant. My friends don't get drinks--they are beyond tired at this point--and I get some weird beer to chase the jaeger with. We end up lamely sitting at a table. I am now officially wasted; this Brian kid is hitting on me; my friends are tired...so we leave around 1:30am. It was not the wildest of nights, but the daytime TOTALLY made up for it.

Sunday Sam and I tried to lay out, but it rained, so we went to the gym instead. I know, I know, I was on "vacation," but I had also been eating Whataburger, Chic-Fil-A and tons of red meat the week/weekend before bc of the 4th of July. Gotta validate. :) Sunday night Sam, Em, Nicole, Marica and I went to dinner at La Duni, a Latin place Marcia picked. It was awesome, I got some steak thing, of course. I then tried to round up the troops (meaning I called my cousin, Linsey Wagner and Michael G) to go out on Sunday night, but to no avail. Plus, Em didn't feel well, so we ended up at her house in her bed, each with our own laptop. In fact, she told me that she had two computers to lure me to sleep over. I guess it worked.

Houston
I flew to Houston Monday and spent the night there with my parents, brother and Buster. Buster LOVES me. I give him the most attention and am the only one retarded enough to cuddle up with him on the floor. I also let him get away with a lot. He is so cute and sweet and I wish I got to see him more. Anyway, Rachel Rosen happened to be in town so we met up at the Galleria Tues and then laid out at her house. At the end of the day, I was really tan and happy. She had mentioned that she had found free work out videos on i-Control and had done some the day before, so after laying out we changed and did the videos in her living room. Her little brother, who is like 19, came home; then her mom came home...which was slightly embarrassing, but more funny than anything. After that I went home to eat and get ready--I wanted to go out for Rachel's last night in town. Of course, around 9pm she informs me that her mom guilt tripped her into staying in...but Bryan Hagle and Katey (who was back in Htown, obviously) were already on board to go out. I had also mentioned to a few other people that I was going out. I rallied and we all met up at the Village, my old stomping ground. I only had 3 beers since I was driving...it was a chill night but it was nice b/c we all got to catch up.

Wednesday Kristin and I attempted a workout at the tiny gym in the apartment complex she is temporarily staying at. (It's Dave Gardoni and Nate's apartment, really.) Then Dave and I laid out and caught up, and I developed an even more awesome tan. I was beginning to feel like a Texan again. I did dinner at my parent's and stayed in with them again, because I am a good daughter, and also cause I miss them and won't be in Houston again til Thanksgiving. My mom took Thurs off so we went to lunch at this little hippy/trendy cafe she goes to with her friends, then went shopping in the Village. I ended up mostly buying books, but it was fun. After dinner with the rents I got ready and headed to Katey's apartment to check it out, then we went to Bryan's to preparty. Lauren, her sister and a few guys met us and we pre-partied for a while before heading to midtown. We went directly to Pub Fiction, since "they" say the line is long on Thursdays. It was just long enough for Bryan and I to chug the drink I had made for the road. Once inside, Courtney K, Jessica and Lauren M showed up. I introduced everyone (high school friends, meet college friends) and then we got a table. After only a shot and beer I think we were dancing around (yay for pre-partying) and having photoshoots. I was having trouble giving attention to both groups of friends already, when I noticed some different college friends (Chris C, Jason C, etc) had shown up. A little later, Richard (the high school ex) and Rob showed up so I talked to them for a bit too--about what, I do not know. My high school girl friends left early, which sucked--but also made it easier on me, the social butterfly. I remember Bryan and I danced (there was an 80's cover band) , I talked to more people, then there is a haze... I ended up at an after-party and shacked with a guy who is NOT my high school ex. Good job?

Friday I got home before noon and got ready for the airport. I had gotten about 2.5 hours of sleep the night before and fell asleep during the half hour flight to Dallas. I also acquired a headache during said flight, but opted for Taco Bell instead of Aleve. There simply was not time during my layover for both. I then ordered two cokes on the plane to try and get rid of the headache. Of course, this did not work and I just ended up not being able to sleep. The book I had bought in Houston was also really good so that might have kept me awake as well. Anyway, I landed in NJ at 10:30 and was ordered to get my ass in gear by Sheri, since Adrienne was in town and they wanted me to come out...

Back in The City
I am such a trooper. I was dead tired but got ready, made a drink and met the girls at 230, the same bar I keeeep talking about. We are obsessed. There were not any good groups of guys out, only a creeper who fell immediately in love with Adrienne (and who claimed to be Madonna's lawyer) amongst weird foreigners and too-drunk-to-talk guys. After about an hour and a half and only a drink or two, we decided to make it an early night and head home. I think I might have been really sick had we not, so I am almost glad that we were lame.

This allowed us to function enough on Sat to go to brunch in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Adrienne had never been, and had wanted to go to thrift stores (Williamsburg is like thrift store central). We ate at a really cute restaurant/bar that was made into a fake beach with sand on the floor and whatnot. We then went to Beacon's Closet, this huge thrift store, where I was mostly bored and tired. I don't do well with thrift stores in general--I try, but I really like small ones where I don't get so overwhelmed--or none at all. I took it from my 200 yawns that I needed to catch up on sleep, so went home and took a 2.5 hour nap. I woke up and Becky and I planned dinner for us all at Republic, which is an Asian restaurant in Union Square. We did dinner NYC style--at 10:30--and drank at dinner. It was fun and delicious and I recommend eating there, the prices are even good.

We then went to Underbar at the W, where we bought our own drinks until this guy told me that we could have his table, which was reserved for them, and they were leaving. He also said, "The waitress will take care of you." Since I am both straighforward and cheap--and possibly a bit shameless--I ask the guy if that means we have to pay for drinks or if they are free. He again said, "The waiteress will take care of you." To me this implies FREE. Also, it was just Sheri and I sitting near his table at this point, the other three were at the bar--so I didn't think it was THAT strange to buy two girls drinks all night...it might have been a company tab or something. Anyway, after the guys leave I get the other girls and we order drinks--but the waitress charges us. We even told her what "our friend" said, but we still had to pay. Oh well, ya win some, ya lose some.

So here is the weird part. Later someone who works for the bar comes over to "our" table with a flashlight and tells us that they are looking for the bill from the people sitting here before us. Sooo we think that they told Sheri and I to take their table as to not look suspicous (i.e., the table being empty) as they walked out on their check. If this was the case, I am very upset that I supported this cause. I am all about free drinks, but walking out on a check is just trashy. Boo for being an accomplice, if that is what we were. And boo for those same guys getting our hopes up for free drinks!

We saw a lot of gross people dancing at Underbar (see my Webshots) and wanted to leave sooner rather than later... We were suppossed to meet up with Conner (that ex-Sig Ep I am friends with) but they were in between bars, so we go to Slate, where I had met up with Connor a few weeks back. Slate was a little too ghetto for our tastes, so we left. So here we were on the outskirts of meatpacking, not on any guest lists for clubs. We debate going to Duvet, which is across the street, but being that it was 1am we knew we would have to pay. We would also have to pay like $15 for Aer (our other go to place) at this point, and decide that if we are paying we want to go to Marquee. After all, last summer, when Adrienne lived in NY, is when we were Marquee groupies. We went and stood in line for like 20 min when everyone was getting frustrated. Merna finally steps up and tells the bouncer that 5 hot girls have been waiting 20 minutes, and somehow gets us in in front of everyone. We still had to pay, but at least we could mooch off of people's bottle service once inside. We had to talk to some creepers at first, but got some drinks eventually. We knew our friend Adam was inside, but he was too drunk to tell us exactly where he was--he kept sending the same response text, or a version of it, to Sheri and I. We then went upstairs to look for him and I discovered that this is the rap music room. I liked it better already, despite the more ghetto crowd, because I generally do not like techno music, which was downstairs.

Note: this is the most sober I have EVER been at Marquee. I never really remembered what it looked like inside or how it was laid out, despite having been there a dozen times, until now. Also, remember this is the same club that I passed out ON the toilet at. Anyway...

In the rap room I really wanted to hear the new T.I. song, which naturally I became obsessed with while in Texas. I went over to the DJ and put my hand out over his equipment to get his attention--and he slapped my hand away! I then tried to talk to him and got a negative head nod. BOO MARQUEE DJ! It was not funny at the time but looking back, it kind of is. Does he slap a lot of hands away, I wonder?

At one point I got a drink from a guy, then the guy immediately moved in to kiss my NECK! Normally I would have moved away but I thought that he was just a close talker, as many people are at clubs, and wanted to tell me something. After this Sheri and I literally turned and ran away--or at least I walked as fast as I could without spilling my drink. We made it downstairs when the other girls called and said they were outside ready to go. I have no idea how but it was 3:45am. After trying unsuccessfully to get them to go to Coffee Shop, I settled for drunk (sort of--I wasn't ever that drunk) eating fried cauliflower and other weird Indian food with Becky. I am going to go out on a limb here and say that it was healthier than a bacon cheeseburger and herb fries from Coffee Shop, so I guess that was OK.

Sunday Adrienne left and then Becky, Sheri, Merna and I ate lunch at the South Street Seaport. We then wandered lower Manhattan and looked for a beach that did not exist. Why? Because Merna and Sheri are tards. Haha. They had thought they had seen a beach last week while on the bus, and the area they saw DID sort of look beachy from a distance, but of course it was just a pier. We ended up laying out in the grass on the edge of the island near Ground Zero...I have no idea what the park was called. Mostly we just got hot, and found a little kid's playground with a little water squirter area where we got wet. We probably scared all of the actual little kids around, and delighted their fathers. Haha. I do not think I got tan, since we didn't lay out til like 4:30 due to the "search."

This brings us to today, Monday. I start work tomorrow so had the day to myself, so I found a pool where you pay $20 to go to. (To lay out/swim at the Holiday Inn, it's $50, for example, so this was cheap.) It turned out that the pool had tinted glass over it, and you had to wear a swim cap to get in. I ended up swimming a bit but then hung out on the roof deck for about two hours. There were lounge chairs and even a little outdoor shower area to cool off in, so I was set. There was not a cloud in the sky, and though I may not be MORE tan, I think I am at least maintaining. I think only New Yorkers with houses in the Hamptons are tan--meaning a lot of people stay pale up here, as I did last summer. Even though I don't have a house in the Hamptons, I want to be tan too, damnit!

So yea, I start work tomorrow, 9-6. I should get to bed, since it is now 2:30am. I will write again soon as to not have such lengthy entries. Goodnight!

Thursday, July 06, 2006

4th of July week/weekend/etc

Job News/Dallas soon
First of all--I did get offered the PR job promoting alcohol. I talked to the stylist and told her I prefer to try the PR job out over the summer while she is off (she is in the Hamptons the whole time and if I worked over the summer I would literally be organizing and filing--no shopping or styling anyway). She was totally supportive, she said she thinks it is best I try that and then if I like it, it was meant to be...and if not I can talk to her in Aug about full timing. The PR job pays OK, but the whole package is nice--full health starting immediatley, they pay for classes (wine tasting, for example; but I will prob lame out and do writing classes--or both if they're in budget), and among other boring things like a 401k which they match, the company takes a trip for "inspiration" each year. This year it is in November and to Rome. Um, free? OK! Maybe I will like Rome better this time when it is not so hot...Court thinks that is a lot of why we weren't so fond, but I don't really remember. Anyway, so I told them I would start July 11, the Tues after I get back from Dallas. I know myself and Mon is going to be detox day.

Why am I going to Dallas this weekend? No reason. Mostly b/c I was bored and jobless and planned random trips on my credit card. Also Sam had been bugging me to come all summer, and lots of my other friends live there, like Emily and Marcia. I am uber excited!

The stylist thing has not been exciting since the season is over but I was right about the laid back part, and the running around part. It is; and there is a lot of it. Anyway, it is basically my backup plan if I hate the PR thing/I have to work late a lot. Working late is a pet peeve of mine. I know I have no right to say this since I am 23 and have to "pay my dues," but frankly I don't care. If I wanted to pay dues I would be in law school or working at a job that wasn't fun. Anyway, onto the good stuff.

Wednesday turned Wasted
Wed night there was a Texas Exes event in the bar downstairs, so we HAD to go. Court, her friend Liz, Mikey and I went. My bartender (BB) was not working but we met a new one upstairs and we got two free shots. Jager and something else. I also had like 3 beers, so when Liz said her sister's husband's second cousin (I kid you not) was at Le Souk, this bar with a dance floorish area in the LES, I was ready to party. We went and met Josh, the cousin, and his friend Mike. Both were OK cute. They paid for our beer so they scored some points straight away. We danced, Mike and I talked a lot and somehow the fact that Court and I had nothing to do on the upcoming weekend before the 4th came up. He mentioned they were going to a lake and that we should come. I said OK. This was drunken conversation, though. Around 1 or so Court and I bailed b/c of work. Laaaaaaaaaame.

Lame 2 nights
Thurs no one was going out b/c Sheri and Merna were going to Texas, and Court and I were still a little hungover from Wed I think. I managed to gym it late night then watched So You Think You Can Dance, yet another gay show I watch b/c it's DVR'd. It is also addicting.

Friday while at work Mike texted asking if we are serious about the lake b/c they were figuring rides out. Court and I have nothing better to do and decide to go for it. Mike tells us to meet them at Penn Station at 8am Sat. The plan is to take a bus an hour north then getting in some chick's parents SUV. This puts a damper on plans to get belligerant Friday, but we decide to go out for a bit. However, while getting ready to go out it starts to pour. We decide that yet again the drinking gods are against us and stay in. I made major headway on the DaVinci code. I have to become cooler.

Lake George
Somehow we meet Josh, Mike and Amy (their friend) at Penn Station at 8am. We bus it for an hour and we were so THOSE people on the bus. Everyone else was old or foreign and was on the bus to go to the outlet malls in Woodbury Commons...where Amy is from. We are loud, annoying and exchanging drinking stories for an hour. We got the car as planned and started off on what I thought was a 4 hour drive. We were stuck in traffic for about two hours so the drive was at least 5 hours--however, 20 questions helped pass the time. Playing these types of games with strangers is fun, b/c no one knows how/what the other people are thinking. Court knew what I was thinking every time. Boo. Anyway, when we finally get to the lake house there are only like 7 people there. We chill for a bit, more people come, boys start to grill, we start to drink.

On a side note, we notice that most of the guys there were huge nerds. The two we came with were pretty much the most normal, give or take a few others. It was an odd mix of people. We were in no state to complain, but many a look was exchanged between us. Some of these people could have been straight from some weird nerd movie. It was disturbing. Back to the party...

There are like 4 bottles of vodka in the freezer, and 3 girls made drinks out of one of the bottles right before Court and I made ours. I took the bottle, which had been suppossedly used for three drinks, and was confused. Said bottle only had the neck part and a little more missing. This is like one, one and a half's drink worth. I decide the girls are lame and Court and I make normal, mostly vodka drinks. We had not eaten. We finally eat some burgers and whatnot, and keep drinking. It is daylight when we are drunkenly taking out the camera. Other people are not drunk.

When it becomes dark, the nerds were finally acting fun. Some of the girls were actually pretty normal and we made s'mores with them and took more pictures. I wanted to play flip cup on a WOOD table OUTSIDE but the uber anal owner of the house said no--he didn't want to mess up the wood. This was not nice wood. This was literally made from some tree on the lake. Kid was like OCD about cleanliness (at a lakehouse party with 27 people, mind you) and even more so about being in control of everything. Not cool when you are drinking. Stupid nerds. It was irritating--but again, I was nice and good and calm. Finally some of the girls were playing "I Never" inside, so I joined. Court was too drunk to function in the game. I had switched to beer. Pat on back. Anyway, the game was fun, and even funnier b/c there were really nerdy girls saying some weird shit. One girl (who seemed normal b/c we had done at a lot of the same things during the game) said she would have a dance party with us. However, as soon as her ass hit the couch when we went to the living room, she was done. Court wanted to have a dance party with just us two, I think, but for some reason we didn't...I don't really remember. Later I know I found Amy (driver girl) on the steps trying to puke. I was walking with her to the woods so she could puke there, when she decides she wants to sleep. In the yard. She lays down. I am trying to get her up when Mike comes out and helps me put her to bed. Somehow Mike and I then end up making out in the hammock and then out by the dock. I remember feeling really drunk/dizzy on the docks while making out. I literally got the spins and had to go back inside. I then spun all over the dark house and tripped over people on the floor. Getting the spins is not fun when you have to walk. Luckily I managed to pass out on a blowup mattress, no harm done.

Sun it was cloudy so we hung out on the couches inside until it got sunny. I read DaVinci code. I was in the company of many other nerds who were reading. I felt at home. (I guess I can do the nerd thing if I am not trying to party.) I almost finished it...but as soon as the first ray of sunlight showed itself, I was done being a nerd. I am like a weird opposite warewolf. Except I turn into a drunk. I immediately went out on the boat with Josh, this guy Norm (who despite his name is actually a cool/normal guy) and his girlfriend Rhea, who I really like. She was cute and nice and fun. Some other nerdy guy came too. (Court stayed behind, she had a headache.) The sun was out the whole time and we were gone much longer than we planned. We swam, I laid out on the tube in the water, Josh tubed, we drank...it was awesome. Yay boats! We went back to the house where I laid out some more, then we all ate dinner--burgers, again. I was not complaining, they were amazing. Fuck calories. After I showered, it was time to hit the road. Court had work Monday so we were heading back with like, the nerdiest couple ever. And some other nerdish girl. Not as fun of a car ride as the first time, as you may have guessed. No fun drinking stories were shared, but since there was no traffic it went by faster. Also I slept a little. Got home around 1:30am.

Was the traveling worth it? Yea, we had nothing else to do.

Mon and Tues (The 4th)
Mon I didn't have to work, so slept in, ran errands, worked out, got a facial, then when Court got home around 5 we went to the mall in Queens. She hates shopping in Manhattan b/c of the crowds, and I am not gunna lie--I like malls a lot. They are so convenient--and air conditioned. The mall was kind of ghetto, but OK, and we went to Target after--another thing that is not in Manhattan. By this time it was 9 something and we were starving so we ate at Outback, which was connected to Target. Class-y. Got back here at like 11 and I still had to shower. Needless to say we went out late...I lost a contact within 30 minutes of being out (which never happens, it was odd) and came back home to get a new one. I was going to meet back up with everyone but Court and Mikey came back here for some reason. I was glad to have someone to drunk--eer, buzz--eat with. I was good and had whole wheat bread and peabut butter. That is like, drunk eating healthy.

Tues no one had a plan, we decided to go to our default plan: eating Mexican food and drinking. Literally, I eat more Mexican food and drink more margaritas here than in TX, it's weird. Mikey, Court and I went to Dos Caminos and I got way too full. I had two ritas as well. We went to The Hairy Monk (sportsbar) b/c a bunch of people (boys) were there watching the Italy/Germany game. Mikey was bored and left. Court and I got beers. I could NOT physically get my beer to go down my throat. I was fuller than full. It was weird. Not wanting to waste my beer, I went to the bathroom and threw up. Yea, yea, I know. This is like the third time I have done this ever...don't get any ideas. I only WISH I could have an eating disorder. I don't have the self discipline. Anyway, I felt 100% better, and was also able to drink my beer. Mission accomplished. We wandered over to Park Ave Country Club, our fav sports watching place, and got R&DC's, since the beer proved too filling. The end of the game was awesome, even though I didn't care who won. Despite being a little drunk, we didn't really talk to anyone, so left after the game. Came home and napped.

I know what you are thinking, we slept through the night. I would think so too. I don't give myself enough credit. We woke up, got re-ready, and went to Mikey's new apartment in the LES to see the fireworks. There was a huge party on his roof deck, and you could see all three sets of fireworks. A few beers after the fireworks show (this is now how I tell time, hah) we were talking to Randoms. The guy I was talking to was like 30, not cute, but fucking hilarious. He was a stand up comedian (on the side) and was sarcastic and rude and we got along great. I even made HIM laugh. Anyway, we ended up in a few other random apartments in the building (Mikey was long gone) and again stayed out way too late for a work night. Oh well... I want to go see this comedian guy's show. We'll see.

Umm today work was boring, tomorrow it will prob be boring again, but I am getting my hair highlighted (finally) then Katey is going to be in town. Tomorrow night will be wasted since I took Friday off due to my 4-something-PM flight to Dallas. I should look up what time that is.

OK that is all, my hands hurt. I will edit type-os and spelling later, forgive me, I am tired. Night!

P.S. Yes I finished the DaVinci code so now I can see the movie. To up my nerd factor I will note that it's book #11 or 12 in the past few weeks. See how I can hang with the nerds? Just can't really drink with 'em.