I am officially never drinking again... *whimper* I don't know WHAT part of my brain I was thinking with when I told Steve I thought it was a good idea that we go out last night.
Plan A) Stay in on Saturday evening, watch Mulholland Drive, knit, finish graphic design project, bake cupcakes, and paint oils of kittens with ribbons and mittens
Plan B) Let Steve convince me it's a good idea to go out (new bar - Le Meridian), try to kill myself with alcohol, dance with random strangers, lose memory somewhere on Hennepin around Harvey's, and wake up next morning with Guinness's newest addition: Mags' hangover.
I am a messed up individual.
I would post more about what actually went down last night, but as previously mentioned I lost my memory somewhere on Hennepin. I blame Tim. And Steve.
A little on my time at Le Meridian bar (if it weren't already obvious, this was the first locale of the evening therefore the one I remember best). I would go on about the wonderful men I met there had there actually *been* any men present. It turns out all the clowns traipsing around the joint were actually a bunch of 12 year olds dressed up in Giorgio and Ralph. At least this herd formed full sentences and that was a nice change from, "Ya dere hey," and "How 'bout dem Vikings, eh?" I had this one beautiful moment, however, when one of the aforementioned clowns told me he was in to big money mergers and acquisitions. I turned around, looked him straight in the face and told him I didn't buy it, at which point he promptly acted afronted and in turn told me that indeed, it was a lie. Seriously kids, this is what I'm up against.
Oh, and I made up a new word yesterday: smorgasming. Smorgasming, patent pending, is a lushious blend of smorgasboard and orgasm all rolled in to one neat little package that rolls off your tongue. Isn't it delishious?
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Smorgasboard - you are delicious ;-) Yeah, those guys were terrible, although I thought that Chris, the tall blond one was sort of your type. Not? Whatever. He was a jerk. Where do we find them? What are the best places to find normalcy? I don't think those places exist. Damn.
Of course you can't forget the lawyer who didn't get my sense of humor. I met a young lady who said she was a defense attorney and in my smoothest move of the night I said to her in my most sarcastic voice, "Great! Just what we need, more lawyers." She didn't stick around to chat. Damn.
Yeah, the tall blonde guy was cute though I don't think he appreciated my sarcasm. He also didn't appreciate that I didn't take any of his shit (he was the one who said he was in to mergers and aquisitions). Next time I go out I'll remember to inflate my head before I leave. Some people have no sense of humor. Right Steve?
If you look closely at my gallery you can see the lawyers not appreciating my humor.