Last night was something to remember. Or rather, pass out and forget. Either way it was a blast and full credit goes to my girl E and later S who joined us out.
6:00 - Maggs is sad because 42 isn't the right answer
7:30 - Em comes home from breakdancing and promptly tells me that she's taking me out.
7:31 - My snotty self tells her it's ridiculous, splotchy doesn't go with anything in my closet.
7:45 - We are walking to Ike's. Apparently black goes with splotchy
8:00 - First martini is served sans dinner. We decide tonight is going to count.
8:15 - We're telling each other how pretty and wonderful we are.
8:20 - Second martini is served. Our bartender Sharky is questioning whether serving that second drink was a smart move. Nice girl with red hair sitting next to us is chatty. She also has a smart striped purse.
8:40 - Walking back to the Newsroom is ridiculous. Weather is 10 degrees and windy; decide ducking in to McCormick & Schmick's is a good idea. Mainly because of the prospects sitting at the bar.
8:41 - 2 absolute cape cod's please :)
8:45 - Em finds out her cute man is dating the Bea-Arthur look alike working behind the bar. Hilarity ensues.
9:05 - We're back on track to the Newsroom. Yay!
9:07 - 2 absolute cape cod's please :)
9:10 - S shows up and decides the pah-ty is finally getting started.
9:17 - E chats up a table of Eau Claire transvestites. Er wait, Eau Clairians transplanted here.
9:23 - Photos ensue - see them here.
9:24 --> 11:30 - Margaret leaves her memory at the door. Apparently along with her sobriety.
9:25 - - 2 absolute cape cod's please :)
11:30 --> 1:45 - D.R.I.N.K. ensues (bar downtown). Margaret has forgotten her sobriety at the last bar. Decides there's little point in going back for it and charges full steam ahead to the next stop: Tequilla Rose. Actually, there may have been more like 3 Tequilla Rose stops. Em & Maggs are booty shaking, body movin' dancing queens. Well, that's what the circle of people around us were calling it anyway.
1:46 - We leave S to it with Em's Irish drinking, wait, Irish soccer-playing buddies and cab it home.
8:30 am - Maggs wakes up to what's officially been awarded and named "The Worst Hangover".
3:30 pm - Maggs 'n Em walk to Newsroom for tea. Three cups a piece later, we run to Barnes & Noble in search of bathrooms.
5:28 - Maggs is sitting on the floor of the bookstore, camped out first in the computer section and later the art section. Emily is sitting in front of fiction. We decide we are a couple. A couple of losers.
6:15 - We're at Target now. I picked up the movie "Possession". It's a gift to myself really, a movie I've wanted to see for at least 2 years. I also pick up corn.
6:28 - Clerk giggles because anyone buying deoderant, corn, and a movie at 6:30 on a saturday evening is most definitely a bachelorette.
7:00 - Made it home and eat Em's homemade stew. It is amazing. Simply amazing.
7:45 - Movie goes in. I'd like to take this opportunity to let everyone know 2 things: #1) the movie is fucking fantastic in a way that only a geeky, graphic designing Minneapolite artist and her equally geeky roommate can appreciate; and #2) Jeremy Northam bares such a striking resemblence to B that I am speechless. I'm also reminded how terribly good looking my dear friend B is, at which point Em and I bring up his pictures to 'ooh' and 'aah' at.
The true story of a single Minneapolite and her roommate.
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I was totally there and can vouch for most everything - there's only so much I can remember from that night ;-) The drinks, the cute boys, the freezing cold, the dude-chicks, all that totally happened. She left most of the booty butt shaking pictures (my sensoring friend), but let me assure you, we hit the dance floor with a vengance. Ouch my nose hurts! LOL.
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