Tuesday Night Adventures

Straight night at the gay bar is evidently quite the popular night in NNYC, so the girls wanted to go at 8:30 get stamps and then come back at a much more civilized 10pm. This sounded good to me, but as I worked late, I was not nearly ready at 8:30 to go to the bar, so while they were dressed to the nines, I was in flip flops and a t-shirt. Evidently the bar on Tuesdays doesn't have in and out privileges until 10:30, so I left the girls at the bar, went home and got dressed.

I figured that since they were probably drinking while waiting for me that I should have a predrink or 2 before I left. The obvious choice was tequila shots, so I called The Significant Other, just so I wouldn't be doing tequila shots alone.

I headed to the bar, managed to talk my way in without standing in line (nor had to grease the bouncer - score!) and got down to business with the girls: $3 highballs. The words "it got messy quick" are an understatement. We met up with a couple guys that one of the girls knew. One of them claimed to be a stock broker and he and I may or may not have gotten in a fight once I discovered that he was infact not a stock broker at all, but a wannabe stock broker that didn't even know about the certifications you need to be a stock broker (he was trying to tell me about CFA - I think not!) One of them was a fire fighter, who I declared the most yummy of the 3 and spent the whole night trying to get my friend Brunnette to hook up with him by shouting out lines like:

"You can slide down his pole"

"He'll let you play with his hose"

"Let him take care of your fire"

You get the jist. I may have self-high-fived yesterday morning over my cleverness.

I left a little after midnight as I was way too drunk for life, and decided that I needed to get something to eat on my way home. Somehow I decided that I needed $25 worth of sushi right then (including dumplings) and then tried to eat it as I walked home.

I managed to COVER myself in all sauces japanese and got a seriously harsh look from the dry cleaner yesterday when I dropped my dress off. Classy, very classy. I then called The Significant other, said naughty things to him, which I have since begged him never to repeat, and passed out.

I think the gods were working against me fairly harshly, as yesterday morning was not pretty and I got stuck working until after 11.