Right, welcome back! So Friday I worked until around 9. My dear sweet brother called while I was on the way home and asked if I wanted to join him for dinner. In true trade fashion, he had no idea where he wanted to eat, he asked me to pick and text him the address. I honestly wasn't too hungry, but I definitely needed a cocktail. If any of you guys have been to Lauriol Plaza, you know that a couple of frozen margaritas will get you right where you need to be.
So Lauriol it was. Normie and I met Borzou, Sohale, and friends there. We ate and conjured, not necessarily in that order. The "straights" went to L2, I was headed home because I had to lead a 9:00 a.m. meeting. On the way a voice inside me told me that I needed one quick cocktail, and that I would be in bed by 12;30. Three cocktails at The Fireplace, three hours, and a conjure with Hadi and Howard left me with only a couple hours of sleep. Somehow, I made it through the day and passed out when i got home.
Yesterday work was the usual blower. I ate and passed out. I rose from the dead at around 11. I showered, put on my couture, and hit it. I arrived at R&R just wanting a couple of cocktails, but got extras. It was crowded boot, and the hip-hop room smelled like pre-mature ejaculation, desperation, H&M, sweat mixed with Axe Body Spray. I couldn't take all of those smells together, so I went to the house floor. Christon and I posted up by the bar, we left a little before closing, and stood outside for "the let-out". Howard says that there was a make shift after-party at the Chinese restaurant the
next block up--they serve alcohol until 8 in the morning. We went. It started out with around 8 of us, but the number swelled to well over 20. I couldn't see ordering anything at that table with all of those conjuring queens present. They would have ordered, ate, and left for the bathroom a.k.a stuck us with the tab. I discreetly went and
ordered at the bar, and Christon and I fleeced. I sent the proper people at text message good-bye.
Which brings me to know...I have exactly a month of youth left. I turn 30 soon.
For my birthday I want to go see this really cool burlesque show at The Palace of Wonders, very Betty Page, Dita Von Teese. The troupe is called The Hell Cat Girls out of Philly. That should be cute right? A nice dinner, and some classy burlesque. What am I gonna wear? I'm thinking something with lots of feathers and crystals--I'm kidding.