Oh My God Girl

This past Saturday turned out to be one of the most fun nights I've had in ages. After sneaking a flask of gin into Mama Mia!, Gary and I retreated to my apartment where we listened to great music (oh Annie Lennox,) watched hilarious videos (Oh Period film,) and ate delicious snacks (Que Pasa I love you.)

After inventing a brilliant drink - blueberry lemonade blended with Gin - Gary and I were sufficiently tipsy and wanting to go out. Jackie came by for a bit but had to quickly mosey over to Hudson's so she could pick up a drunken Katie. While Jackie's visit was brief, it gave me enough time to showcase some of my awesome stationary and to laugh and complain about work. (Re: the stationary: I can't help showing people things when they come over! It's compulsive. And in all fairness the stationary was strewn about my coffee table so it was in plain view.)

Once Jackie left, Gary and I decided that, while it was after 1am, we could still sneak over to Buddy's for a couple of dances before calling it a night. Gary was worried there would be a line and I poo-pooed this idea, saying we'd be fine. Well, who knew that we'd get to Buddy's at quarter-after-one only to wait in line while the look-a-like cast of High School Musical was ushered into the bar along with many a drunken hag, and an abundance of 15 year olds. It was creepy and I felt old.

Perhaps in response to the personal assault I felt after seeing people younger than me let into the bar V.I.P. style, I became a little bit chirpy and started making loud snide remarks about the VIPs. Two guys in front of Gary and I agreed with most of these comments and turned around to start chatting with us. Well as it turned out, they had VIP passes too and volunteered to sneak Gary and I in along with them. Fast-forward about thirty minutes and you have me and Gary, beers in hand, drunkenly dancing to Estelle, Kylie, Britney, and some random song that we'd never heard before but Gary really liked.

Overall the evening was a smash hit. At this point it felt like we had gone to see Mama Mia! days earlier. I ran into a bunch of old friends at the bar including one of my favorite employers ever, Brian from Windows Salon. Brian isn't a homo so I don't know what he was doing at the bar. Word on the street is that it was supposed to be a reunion night of sorts with one of the old stylists. Wouldn't you know it - she never showed up. Ouch.

While all was well and good, the night wore on and the most shocking of bar events ever took place. I'm not going to write about it here because I think Gary already did a sufficiently good job of that on his blog. I suggest you go read it here.

All in all it made for a fantastic evening and gave me plenty to talk about with my estranged boyfriend while he's off in New York. I don't know if Gary remembers but we sort of made drunken plans for this coming Friday night... we'll see what happens I guess. Otherwise I now get to start counting down the days until Bobby comes home so that he can come along for the next shocking night of debauchery.

Fantastic.