Booze Central USA

Ahh yes, another night with the ladies. It's becoming a regular thing - if two times makes it regular - and I likes it. Totally helps get me through the week.

This week, we hit up Las Placitas. We wanted to keep things on the cheaper side, and I used to come to this place a lot during college because... uh... they were liberal with the ID sitch. But I'm sure they've totally changed. No WAY they do that now, right?

Anyway, it was fun going to The Hill... it's funny, but I used to go to all these places all the time when I lived up there (Las Placitas, Banana Cafe, Finn MacCools, Ugly Mug Pug, Tapatini's, Belga Cafe, not to mention Capitol Hill Veterinary and Oggi - which was the scene of my infamous Locks-of-Love-hair-donation debacle of '06)... and now, I rarely go.

So... anyway, we had our 2nd installment of girl's dinner, and we tried to save money by going cheaper. Turns out, when you dine with a bunch of booze hounds (myself totally included), you can't avoid spending bank... and thus, Booze Central USA.

Okay, okay you say... but what happened? Anything good? I'll say.

Here's my version of Overheard in DC... kinda like the DCist's version, only all about me (so that makes it better!):

Taking dinner from hilarious to awwwwwkward:
MJ: DW - Do you know where my grandparents live? NO! Because they're DEAD!

But smoking is cool, I swear:
DW: I called LM yesterday, and I swear, I sounded like I had eaten four packs of cigarettes... lit.

On how I could be a shitty friend:
DW: If you show up at one of my parties with fake poop, I will beat the shit out of you. No pun intended.

Sometimes you have to spell. it. out:
CC: So she said, "We're on the same softball team," and I said, "Really??!!?!?," and she said, "No, you idiot. We're both lesbians!"

There was more, but the booze got in my way and I forgot to remember.

Ironically, or perhaps not so much, after CC and I discussed feeling threatened while walking solo in DC (it's hard out there for a woman!) on the metro ride home, I exited the metro to the sound of circling helicopters and search lights. Which made for a super-safe walk home, DC style.

Can't wait until Thai food next week... I'm going to pretend to play the sober game, but let's get real. Ain't gonna happen.

Broken Wine Glasses, etc.

(I'm sorry CC - you shouldn't be embarrassed (I stand by that), but it was kinda funny. I love how I was clearly the most intoxicated one there, and you are the one that broke your wine glass. chin chin!)

So tonight was a big ole night... first on the docket: a booze-cruise with work compadres. Holy heck was that an interesting ride. I have to say that I quite enjoyed the 'Broadway revue' (and yes, I use that term loosely), but I enjoyed KP's serenade and TM's electric slide more. What can I say? I'm easily impressed... and easily intoxicated, it seems. Sigh. Once a light weight, always a light weight.

I followed my work-booze-cruise with a dinner... Matchbox with DW and CC. One of my most favorite nights ever. But I'm not allowed to blog about the details because I promised. And I can keep many secrets. For riz. I do NOT think, however, that our waiter was into us... you'd think he'd like a table of boozy girls who were drinking bottles of wine like they were water... but no! He called us drunks and pissed us off. Not cool.

That's all... I'm clearly boozy right now, but what can I do? I needed to blog, and hopefully tomorrow I can follow up with more details from the past couple of craaaazy days.

Like Dorothy Leaving Oz

Oh lucky LM... I'm totes gonna miss you. In fact, I already do.

So, without further ado, I give you the re-cap of a fabulously impromptu (totes not planned, just sorta happened) drinks and dinner rendezvous with the ladies (LM, RZ, AS, DW and me):

"Y'all, I have to tell you something..." (DW, at least 45 times tonight)

"One day, I was scratching my back with a retractable pen... turns out, not retracted." (RZ, on the ink all over her back)

"Maybe Perez should just OUT her... Oh my God, I didn't just say that, I swear." (it wasn't RZ who said that, I swear)

"Whoopi?!?!? I would never have wanted anyone to out her!" (RZ, on the possibility of outing Whoopi Goldberg)

"Well, she looks like a damn chia pet..." (DW, RZ - can't remember which - on a past employee)

"No, no - she's deputy director of paws... someone else gets tails." (AS, on moving up the corporate ladder)

"Oh MJ, just flash her, then you can get whatever you want from her." (DW? LM? on how to get what I want)

"Do you think I want to find her double-headed dildo?" (DW on why she doesn't snoop while dog/cat sitting - much to my dismay)

"Y'all, I'm 5'3'' and..."
"DW, that's my dream height!" (DW and RZ on the relative theory of height)

"The Namesake and Harry Potter 7... totally RUINED." (Me, on DW's unintentional death revelations in popular books)

Love ya, LM.

I had a great time tonight and miss ya already, my British/Midwestern/Anglo-twin-sister-from-another-mother.

xoxo

a little night conversation

So I'm having dinner tonight with three lovely ladies. CC cooks a lovely meal. DW bakes a lovely cake. LM brings a lovely bottle of wine. I bring myself. And so it goes.

DW says: Oh my god y'all, I have to tell you something!
MJ says: Did you have an abortion?
&
LM says: I have to tell you all something I've never told anyone before.
MJ says: Did you have an abortion?

And so it goes.

I'm gonna miss the heck out of LM when she goes to Duke in a week... and judging by the send off party we had on Friday, so is the rest of DC.

And so it goes.

UPDATE: One more conversation I forgot to post...

DW: I have to tell you something
LM: Do you have a subscription to Playboy?

And so it goes.

UPDATE #2: Clearly I had too much wine and should have waited to post in the AM.

DW: Maybe you'll find your own CPC Andy!
MJ: Yeah, but maybe he'll be your "parental notification" Andy? Or perhaps your "TRAP law" Andy?