So I’m not feeling any inspiration to say anything insightful so I think I’ll just tell you about my weekend (just like a Notts post, but more boring.)
After quite stressful week at work—and by stressful, I mean it relative to my normally non-stress inducing days—another editor and I ventured out to find a jumping downtown happy hour spot. This turned out to be an easy effort as we wandered around the corner to an adorable Italian place we frequent for lunch.
And that was the beginning the weekend-long “drink, sober up, work, repeat” cycle.
It’s been a while since I’ve let loose at the bar (excluding Sat night Martini night) and the music was bouncing, the company friendly and the first round free, thanks to an old friend’s BF who happens to do Friday night shifts there, so we were soon buzzing and bouncing around the place.
We attempted to jump in on a birthday party and make friends with a guy my editor friend knew from Boston… and by knew, I mean, she recognized him from shopping trips—she has one of those memories.
Fast forward four hours, the fellow LIer I had met—who I also tried to get to salsa dance with me at some point—declared he was leaving and nicely offered to guide me back to Penn. So the three of us trooped off into the night, onto the 2/3 train, and salsa guy and I hopped off at Penn for the dreaded LIRR ride home.
Unfortunately (as the convo was nice) and fortunately (I knew I wasn’t gonna be conscious must longer) he got off at one of the first stops and I continued on… I continued on until the 40-something drunk guy who took salsa guy’s seat fell over, landing on my back and waking me just in time to realize I had missed my stop. (See Don’t Forget to Say Thanks!) Luckily my sweetheart of a roomie, Triple A, recognized that I hadn’t appeared at my train station and quickly hit the gas to meet me at the next one. (Another thank-you…)
Needless to say me and Max had a blast running around when I got home and I had no problem falling asleep. Getting up was another story. But it didn’t deter me that much because the next night Triple A and I headed over to our local for infamous martini night and awesome nachos!!
So yeah, I woke up Sunday morning in the bedroom downstairs a half hour before I was due at work. I have no problem getting up and out of the house in record time, but without an egg bagel sandwich for breakfast?? NO WAY! (I was late b/c I stopped at the bagel place…)
It’s been a while since I went out drinking hard core on a weekend, not to mention both days of a weekend, but every once in a while this gal needs to let loose. God only knows how I survived England, and our nightly adventures to BZR. But I did—and I’m a stronger person for it now! (Or at least that’s what I tell myself.)
Alright, this is boring and I have to go help my friend with some editing work. Peace out!