The Pink Shoe Diaries

today, we discuss drinking, smoking and feeling disgusting but looking fabulous.

this is alot to cover i realize, so we will break it up into a few different entries.

so, last night i learned something new. it is not really a good idea to bide your time at a bar, while waiting for a friend to arrive, by drinking alone. especially if you have been known to hit the martini hard. so by the time the fabulous jenny arrived at Alba, i was at least one sheet to the wind, thanks to one super strong dirty Sapphire Martini.

i don't know why i continue to labor under the misapprehension that martinis are like glasses of wine and 2-3 can be consumed without affecting one's speech, driving ability, volume, etc... and i am talking about real martinis here. none of this fruity frou frou stuff. a martini ain't a martini unless there is gin or vodka, vermouth and an olive or 3 involved.

at least while drinking alone i did learn a few things in addition to the fact that i should not drink alone.

1) i hate those clear plastic Louis bags. they look cheap, but aren't. what's the point?

2) i think men should steer clear of the fruity drinks if they are trying to pick up the ladies. one gentleman began talking to me while i sat at the bar, and then ordered a stoli raspberry with cranberry and 7-Up like that wasn't a chick drink. why didn't he just order a f*cking Seabreeze? Gentlemen: stick with beer, scotch, or something impressive like Seven&7. it's nearly impossible to look suave when sipping a pink drink.

anyway, Jenny arrived and I we discussed the varying issues weighing on all of our minds: marriage, real estate, those tacky clear Louis bags.. we then left Alba and hit the sushi bar, Fuji where we did not order sushi, but did order some interesting chocolate drinks that are now called "the jennyandsarah". the talking continued, and was louder. i feel like by the end of the night i was screaming about how Gwen Stefani ruined "Fiddler on the Roof". awesome.

somehow i drove home, and since it was only 8PM or so, Adam and I decided to go out to dinner (always a good idea when one is wasted). so we hit the Fox & Hound (which incidentally is SO CUTE! if you live in the quincy area i would check it out. suprisingly chi-chi, gorgeous pine-top bar, fabulous martinis). so we sat at the bar where Adam ordered a coke and some fish and I ordered a glass of wine and some creme brulee cheesecake (heaven!) and i attempted to explain the relationship between Syria and Lebanon over my 6th drink of the evening. super awesome.

so all of this is to say: i need to learn the fine line between going out for drinks on a weeknight and getting shitcocked drunk on a weeknight. there is often a good reason for the former but hardly ever for the latter. i used to be good at walking this line...but since i am not drinking 4-5 times a week like I used to, it becomes harder to navigate the drunk waters.

I will work on it though. I promise.