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Yesterday was quite mad.
Spent the afternoon trolling thrift stores and Ricky's in search of Halloween costume necessities with friends. Got the key burgundy blazer that will be part of my Ron Burgundy costume. I already bought the mustache earlier in the week. Four of my friends and I will be the Action News Team from Anchorman, one of the most unashamedly funny films of the year.
The late afternoon, early evening was spent with my friend Mack going from art opening to art opening in Chelsea, enjoying free-flowing white wine at each. By the time we got dinner at eight thirty, I'd had five glasses. A great way to start the evening.
Then off to my friend's flat that overlooks the Dakota (see pictures in past posts) for their dog's birthday party. Seriously. I guess I'll take any excuse to drink in mixed company.
A fortuitous invitation later and three of us pile into a car and head to an apartment party downtown, just north of TriBeCa on Canal and Greenwich. My friend's Australian friend was having quite the soiree.
Vast quantities of alcohol later, and it got way too late to meet up with two other girls I was supposed to see. One of them was spending her last night in the city before going back South, and I was really sorry to not meet up with her, not least of which because her name was Kitty. Really.
The definite upside to the night wasn't just the alcohol and illegal substances (for someone who hasn't dabbled in while, I've had a dash each of the last three weekends. Hm. Should I be worried yet?), but the model-like charming girl I spent the better part of three hours chatting with. She was quite interesting, despite being Canadian, and had a great manner about her. quite interesting, but it's way too early to give her an alias here.
I wasn't very happy with Mark, the friend of my friend, who tried to insinuate himself into my conversation with the girl constantly. I was too drunk to get if they knew each other from before, but he was definitely trying to pick her up, and he was surely attempting to cock-block me. I wasn't sure which one of us (if either) she was going to go for, but I got her number and shared a cab home with her... so we'll see.
The only downside to the evening were my tan corduroys. They were dealt a little punishment from red wine, both mine and others'. Despite my dropping them off at the cleaners today, they might not live to see another party.
Spent the afternoon trolling thrift stores and Ricky's in search of Halloween costume necessities with friends. Got the key burgundy blazer that will be part of my Ron Burgundy costume. I already bought the mustache earlier in the week. Four of my friends and I will be the Action News Team from Anchorman, one of the most unashamedly funny films of the year.
The late afternoon, early evening was spent with my friend Mack going from art opening to art opening in Chelsea, enjoying free-flowing white wine at each. By the time we got dinner at eight thirty, I'd had five glasses. A great way to start the evening.
Then off to my friend's flat that overlooks the Dakota (see pictures in past posts) for their dog's birthday party. Seriously. I guess I'll take any excuse to drink in mixed company.
A fortuitous invitation later and three of us pile into a car and head to an apartment party downtown, just north of TriBeCa on Canal and Greenwich. My friend's Australian friend was having quite the soiree.
Vast quantities of alcohol later, and it got way too late to meet up with two other girls I was supposed to see. One of them was spending her last night in the city before going back South, and I was really sorry to not meet up with her, not least of which because her name was Kitty. Really.
The definite upside to the night wasn't just the alcohol and illegal substances (for someone who hasn't dabbled in while, I've had a dash each of the last three weekends. Hm. Should I be worried yet?), but the model-like charming girl I spent the better part of three hours chatting with. She was quite interesting, despite being Canadian, and had a great manner about her. quite interesting, but it's way too early to give her an alias here.
I wasn't very happy with Mark, the friend of my friend, who tried to insinuate himself into my conversation with the girl constantly. I was too drunk to get if they knew each other from before, but he was definitely trying to pick her up, and he was surely attempting to cock-block me. I wasn't sure which one of us (if either) she was going to go for, but I got her number and shared a cab home with her... so we'll see.
The only downside to the evening were my tan corduroys. They were dealt a little punishment from red wine, both mine and others'. Despite my dropping them off at the cleaners today, they might not live to see another party.
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