This month has been absolutely insane. There's been so much going on in my life. This past weekend, I went to NYC to hang out with two of my favorite people in the whole wide world. It was amazing, and we had such a wonderful time. My girlfriend, Jaime, and I stayed at my friend, Ash's place in the upper East Side. We spent every night at a famous NYC hangout where old-school celebrities, authors, photographers, and the intellectual elite come out to play.
Every night was an adventure, and I got the chance to meet fascinating people. It was a much needed escape for me, and it was the perfect opportunity to catch up with my old friends and have a blast. Saturday was spent having brunch at Sarabeth's in the upper East side. The food was phenomenal. I had the french toast, and they were out of this world. The mimosa was good, too, and it came with its own mini-bottle of champagne, good enough for 2 mimosas. I was a happy girl.
Saturday night, Jaime and I ordered two bottles of wine at dinner. I drank about 3/4 of a bottle, and I suspect Jaime drank the rest. I was smashed.
Being as intoxicated and stupid as I was, I drunk texted the young guy at 2:30 in the morning. He texted back. I think he was just as drunk. Who else would text somebody back at 2:30 in the morning, except another lush, right?! Then, I texted him the next day to apologize for waking him up: no response! Argh, this is why drunk texting is never good because you will always end up texting a douchebag who doesn't deserve the time of day. Always.
Oh, and this is days after I e-mailed this 23 year-old idiot and told him that he was being "retarded" and to either be my friend or don't, but not to treat me like some chick he had met in a bar because I was better than that and he knew it. To which he sent me this e-mail about how he was "trying to figure things out" and how I was an "amazing woman" and that he was "grateful" to have my friendship. Whatever. Actions speak louder than words, so from this day forward, this supposed friend of mine is on my shit list.
He texted me one word last week: "Friday?" And apparently, it meant that he wanted to hang out this past Friday, but I couldn't because I was going to NYC. This guy is a dipshit. I'm done even thinking about him. He's too young, and I need to focus my time and energy on guys who are adults and not children. I am all set.
Sunday night was a phenomenal night: we saw Mr. Big sitting a couple tables down from us, and yes ladies, he's as gorgeous in person. Jaime and I tried our best not to freak out and remain calm, but it was tough not to just run over to him and jump on his lap and lick his face. Every time we heard him laugh, we had to keep it together. Neither of us was thrown out and no restraining orders were filed, so mission accomplished.
One of the best quotes of the night came from Jaime at the end of the night, who was completely shitfaced because every guy and his brother were buying her drinks, texted a cute guy she had met at the restaurant: "I know you have a girlfriend, but I want you to know I'm easy like Sunday morning." It doesn't get any better than that! Another example of drunk texting gone horribly wrong.
