late nights and lessons never learned...
In: The Mermaid Inn, Christmas, White Russians, jackets, and dim lighting.
Out: Handbags, pop culture, daylight, laundry, and cleaning.
So...finally a weekend cold enough to rationalize the complaints. People have been grumbling, grimacing, and shivering since the first time the temperature fell below 60 degrees. It kills me, we go through this every year. Come early spring, you are all in your flip flops and shorts the first day we climb out of the 50's. It's nonsense. But this weekend got my teeth chattering for the first time.
Friday night I saw David Dondero at the Living Room (upstairs). It was a great show, I'll save the details for you to read in a live review we will be posting shortly. I was thoroughly satisfied with my evening and tried to be a good girl and make it home before the witching hour. However, I was intercepted by a run in with friends outside of 2a, and ended up seeing the gates of the bar close, the door lock, and the sun come up. When will I ever learn. I apologize once again to my loyal friend and bartender, Donovan, for once again, taking advantage of his hospitality and over staying my welcome.
Saturday night I attended a Rocky Horror Picture Show theme party in Brooklyn. I forgot how much fun a costume party can be, even though I didn't dress up, I was very disappointed in myself. I love to dress up, I was just too tired. But I have to thank my host Buffy for all the brownie treats, jello shots, and conversation. I always bitch about going to Brooklyn, and end up having oodles of fun.
Sunday was spent watching movies in my pajamas amongst the mess I made of my apartment during the booze fueled weekend. It started getting dark, and I still have failed to change the blown out light bulbs in my apartment. I have been operating in extremely dim lighting for longer than I care to admit, I think it is starting to get to me. I managed to muster up the energy to meet up with friends at The Mermaid Inn for dinner. I can't say enough good things about this east village restaurant. Great food, killer music, and it's super close to my apartment. BTW, the lobster roll is aces.
Tonight, I may head to B.B. King's to see Sizzla, a dance hall reggae performer. I know, I'm skeptical too. Don't judge me. But I have heard a lot of good things, from people I trust. If I make it, I'll be sure to let you know if it was worth it.
All of my favorite trashy reality shows seems to be over. The celebrities have been boring me. It's time to go out and see some live music!
Out: Handbags, pop culture, daylight, laundry, and cleaning.
So...finally a weekend cold enough to rationalize the complaints. People have been grumbling, grimacing, and shivering since the first time the temperature fell below 60 degrees. It kills me, we go through this every year. Come early spring, you are all in your flip flops and shorts the first day we climb out of the 50's. It's nonsense. But this weekend got my teeth chattering for the first time.
Friday night I saw David Dondero at the Living Room (upstairs). It was a great show, I'll save the details for you to read in a live review we will be posting shortly. I was thoroughly satisfied with my evening and tried to be a good girl and make it home before the witching hour. However, I was intercepted by a run in with friends outside of 2a, and ended up seeing the gates of the bar close, the door lock, and the sun come up. When will I ever learn. I apologize once again to my loyal friend and bartender, Donovan, for once again, taking advantage of his hospitality and over staying my welcome.
Saturday night I attended a Rocky Horror Picture Show theme party in Brooklyn. I forgot how much fun a costume party can be, even though I didn't dress up, I was very disappointed in myself. I love to dress up, I was just too tired. But I have to thank my host Buffy for all the brownie treats, jello shots, and conversation. I always bitch about going to Brooklyn, and end up having oodles of fun.
Sunday was spent watching movies in my pajamas amongst the mess I made of my apartment during the booze fueled weekend. It started getting dark, and I still have failed to change the blown out light bulbs in my apartment. I have been operating in extremely dim lighting for longer than I care to admit, I think it is starting to get to me. I managed to muster up the energy to meet up with friends at The Mermaid Inn for dinner. I can't say enough good things about this east village restaurant. Great food, killer music, and it's super close to my apartment. BTW, the lobster roll is aces.
Tonight, I may head to B.B. King's to see Sizzla, a dance hall reggae performer. I know, I'm skeptical too. Don't judge me. But I have heard a lot of good things, from people I trust. If I make it, I'll be sure to let you know if it was worth it.
All of my favorite trashy reality shows seems to be over. The celebrities have been boring me. It's time to go out and see some live music!
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