A Weekend of Not Staying at My Place, Part 1

Friday: Network outage at work. Well, without email or access to shared drives, and with The Tyrants in-laws in town, what better thing to do than go to Trudy’s? Tyrant offers to buys us all tequila shots and we’re in. Coworker CC lifts his glass for a toast.

“Here’s to the IT guy who unplugged the server today!” Indeed.

From Trudy’s it’s home to prepare for dinner. My. No wonder they cut you off after two of those things. It’s much harder to put on makeup with a Mexican martini buzz. I select one of my new favorite dresses: a low cut black lacy getup that could either be underwear or a cocktail dress. I opt for cocktail dress and get my fine ass over to Vespaio to meet Lola and SimonUK.

This is my first time meeting SimonUK but I can assure you I’m in love. His first words to me are: “Nice to meet you – what’ll you have to drink?” and from there it’s Stoli vanilla Coke for days. I do break for a lovely glass of pinot grigio and then realize on my way back from the bathroom that I just might trip over my own feet. They’re four inch heels…shoes that Nurse Egon called hooker shoes when I bought them. I relay this story to Mr. Cocky Pants later on. He snorts and informs me that most likely Nurse Ego just didn’t want me wearing them when he wasn’t around.

From Vespaio it’s time for a drink at The Lounge with Mizz Cartier and her friend Teach. Teach grabs my cell phone and forces me to dial a boy she affectionately refers to as “Manthrax.” I love this term and must adopt it for the G&S dictionary. Thank you Teach! Manthrax doesn’t answer and I hang up quickly before he hears us discussing what to do next.

Lola decides she’s tired and Mizz Cartier and I decide we’re on a mission to find our captain for the boat outing tomorrow morning. Our inability to properly explain this concept to several candidates might have something to do with our highly inebriated states. It culminates in SimonUK lining up three bar stools in Saba, of all places, so that he, Mizz Cartier and Teach can sit in a row and pretend they are on a boat. Every five minutes or so, SimonUK yells, “Icebeeerg!” Consequently, Saba seems to be clearing out. How have we not been kicked out yet?

I’m not involved in the boating since Mr. Cocky Pants has shown up and is being…well, he’s definitely being my captain. Captain of the S.S. Show Me the Love! Have I said before that I had it when people make out in bars? Yeah. I do. Unless it’s me!

Ahhh, it’s only Friday night. Three more days of fun await….

-Shakira 06.03.04