Mariposas! I hope you had a lovely Memorial Day Weekend. I celebrated by drinking massive amounts of champagne and rosaaaaay. I think my liver is filing for secession.
I started the celebration on Thursday and met up with friends at East of Eighth. It's my favorite bar in Chelsea because it's the only one that doesn't blast techno music and instead plays the more mellifluous R&B hits of Usher. Baby let me love you dooooooown.
I don't know what it is about East of Eighth (the booze?) (my low tolerance?) but every time I go there it turns into a den of iniquity. Maybe the bar clientele-- a pastiche of drag queens, trannies, cute Chelsea boys, and my girlfriends--lends itself to a decadent environment. Or the fact that they have TWO happy hours. Either way, it should be called East of My Toilet cus that's where my head ends up hovering over at the end of the night.
That night I got drunk off of four glasses of wine. For shame! I blame my recent detox on my low tolerance. You need those toxins to help you process alcohol. At the end of the night, I crashed onto my bed. I think my boyfriend had to create makeshift covers out of towels and sheets. Love ya boo!
Then Friday night I stayed in, nursing my hangover with Mac n Cheese and a Frasier marathon. Hey baby I hear the blues a callin' tossed salads and scrambled eggs...
Saturday night my friends and I met up at Juliette in Williamsburg. This is my FAVORITE place to go in the summer time. They have a fun rooftop bar that's never too crowded and they sell champagne bottles for like $28. Balla!
Unfortunately, I went to town on that champagne and woke up the next day with a desiccated liver and a head that spun like a centrifuge. But that didn't stop me from meeting up with my friend Vidya for some Kungfu Panda action. Um, btw, how do people with glasses watch 3D movies? I had to wear the 3D glasses over my glasses. It was molto uncomfortable.
Afterwards we went to Resto Leon in the East Village and had some more bubblies. (RIP liver.) I was feeling a little guilty about the additional drinking but these two older black women next to us were so cracked out that I felt better about myself. They were mother and daughter duo and I prayed that there was no one else to maintain the lineage. The daughter was eating mussels and she was so drunk that she kept flinging the mussel shells on the floor. At one point, her head looked like it was going to drop in the bowl. It was really sad. On a sadder note, crackheads eat better than I do.
For Memorial Day, me and boo went to the UCB Company Picnic where I happily indulged in their guac-off and hot dogs. It was so hot that day I felt like someone smeared hot dog grease all over my face. Oh, wait, that someone was me.
So that was my weekend. And I was just kidding about the never drinking champagne line. I meant to say, CHEAP champagne.