the night of a thousand glasses of pinot grigio
around mid-afternoon yesterday, i decided that it was definitely a "go out for drinks after work" kind of day. i was stressed and i needed the kind of relief that can only be provided by a cool glass of something alcoholic and a good friend to gossip with. so i emailed jenny and we made plans to meet at local cute bar/restaurant, Alba after work. we just planned on having a glass of wine or two and calling it a night.
of course, as soon as i got there jenny was already mulling over the wine list, saying "we should probably just split a bottle".
done and done.
when the bottle of pinot g. proved to be tasty, but not quite enough, we supplemented it with further glasses of wine. and no food. always a good idea.
while perusing the bill i suddenly smelled smoke. "why does it smell like fire?" i asked. then realized that i was holding the bill too close to the candle on the
table, and it was in fact aflame.
it was hilarious.
then, as if accidentally setting your bill on fire does not signify the end of an evening, we headed over to Fuji for some sushi, soybeans and sake (and wine and martinis). we were loud. we were dramatic. we engaged the bartender in lamenting about men (not our men, but other, seedy men).
essentially we were very drunk.
all i know is when i got home, around 10, i kept telling Adam over and over "You are my Steve!" (Steve from Sex and the City, we established last night that I am Miranda and Adam is my Steve). Adam does not watch SATC and has no idea who Steve is. his response to my sweet comments?
"you're drunk! go to bed"
so i did. and now i have that hungover loopy out-of-it feeling that can only be quelched with greasy breakfast foods and obscene amounts of iced coffee.
done and done.
around mid-afternoon yesterday, i decided that it was definitely a "go out for drinks after work" kind of day. i was stressed and i needed the kind of relief that can only be provided by a cool glass of something alcoholic and a good friend to gossip with. so i emailed jenny and we made plans to meet at local cute bar/restaurant, Alba after work. we just planned on having a glass of wine or two and calling it a night.
of course, as soon as i got there jenny was already mulling over the wine list, saying "we should probably just split a bottle".
done and done.
when the bottle of pinot g. proved to be tasty, but not quite enough, we supplemented it with further glasses of wine. and no food. always a good idea.
while perusing the bill i suddenly smelled smoke. "why does it smell like fire?" i asked. then realized that i was holding the bill too close to the candle on the
table, and it was in fact aflame.
it was hilarious.
then, as if accidentally setting your bill on fire does not signify the end of an evening, we headed over to Fuji for some sushi, soybeans and sake (and wine and martinis). we were loud. we were dramatic. we engaged the bartender in lamenting about men (not our men, but other, seedy men).
essentially we were very drunk.
all i know is when i got home, around 10, i kept telling Adam over and over "You are my Steve!" (Steve from Sex and the City, we established last night that I am Miranda and Adam is my Steve). Adam does not watch SATC and has no idea who Steve is. his response to my sweet comments?
"you're drunk! go to bed"
so i did. and now i have that hungover loopy out-of-it feeling that can only be quelched with greasy breakfast foods and obscene amounts of iced coffee.
done and done.
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3 comments:
i LOVE steve. and aidan.
All that by 10???!!!!
;)
-G
mmm greasy food. i always gravitated towards hashbrowns in my post-too-much-partying aftermath. and there was a boy who worked at the restaurant in the harbour who gave them to me for free... always the good way to do it.
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