Yesterday I went on a little binge.
About three hours after that mess, I went out with The Jellos. We decided to go the The Gypsy. There seems to be about three different types of people who will patronize The Gypsy: the barely 21 year olds looking for a good time, the 30 to 40 somethings who want to believe they can still have a good time like they used to in their 20's, and the single 30 to 40 year old men looking for a good time with those barely 21 year olds.
I guess we'd fall into the middle category, even though I'm sure Cookie would heartily disagree. She'd say we were the only normal people in the building.
Of course, once you see what we ordered to drink, you'll see that we really did fit in with the 30 somethings looking to relive their glory days:
Yes, we ordered a freaking fishbowl of alcohol, juice, and what-have-you.
After finishing off this tribute to Forever 21, Cookie and I ordered a round of individually-portioned drinks, like the big girls.
I don't know, maybe it was because she and I are turning 33 this year, maybe because the dreary winters have gotten to us, maybe because we are still secretly the lushes we were in undergrad, who knows. But it was fun. And no one threw up, or had a hysterical fit, or lost their wallet, clothes, or dignity. So, all in all, not so bad.
And if you don't count my stuffy nose and itchy eyes, I feel fine today!