I was too hungover to post earlier today. NYC was a blast. I got blasted. But, I'm old. And, hangovers get uglier as you age. So, I paid dearly for my nighttime libations. Good thing Mike always keeps Advil in his Dopp kit. I was hitting it hard this morning.
But, it was a fun 24-hour foray. First, I met some guy friends in midtown for lunch. I think boys are incredibly silly. We started off talking about everyone's kids and sharing our horribly cutesy-poo stories. The conversation quickly degenerated into which states offer legalized prostitution* and how quickly a roadtrip could be assembled. I promised the group I wouldn't use names in my blog. Y'all owe me, guys.
Later on, we ventured over to the Beer Bar where I drank Delirium Tremens, named "Best Beer in the World" in 1998. It was tasty. So good, evidently, that I had to have three of them within an hour. I don't remember who picked up the tab. Sorry, friends. I think I owe someone lots of money. By dinner, I was so out of my gourd, that I got lost in Dos Caminos restaurant on my way back from the restroom. Talk about a drunken panic. Thankfully, I found my way back to the table before anyone noticed I was gone for a ridiculous amount of time. But, now everyone knows what a dork I am.
How completely un-rock-starish of me.
Dos Caminos -- How confusing is that?
*Um, that would be Nevada and Rhode Island.
2 comments:
you DID pay at the bar, and in cash - I told you that last night! Silly girl. And don't worry about getting lost at Dos Caminos, I've done that before! I guess that makes me a dork too! ha ha.
Really, RI?? I lived the 1st 22 yrs of my life there and never knew that.... very interesting that little state is! Watching you in the restaurant trying to find your way back to the table must have been VERY funny!! I think I would have paid money for that!
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