Random Thoughts From Friday Night’s Fun
-When you watch the waitress empty a can of Raid into the booth you are shortly going occupy, you do need to drink more (and Bill and I did).
-It’s also not polite to mention the above to the rest of the party until 3 days after the event.
-If you’re a college-aged girl, and your beau’s reaction to your heartfelt “I love you” spoken to him at midnight on 10th St. is to turn and sprint away, that should tell you something.
-Young ladies roaming around the Village late at night need to wear more clothes.
-I am getting very old.
-The Smoking Ban in NYC bars and restaurants is the greatest legislative achievement of the last 20 years.
I’ll tell you what I told Sheila: Hate you. I should have given y’all my cell phone number so you could drunk dial.
What was it that the kid said before he bolted in the opposite direction?! I have been trying to remember all weekend 🙂
Yeah, I can’t remember, either. I think his name was Kyle, the scrawny little pencil neck.
I remember the comment standing in stark contrast to his actions. Something like “We should get together soon,” then a quick turn and he Jesse Owens his way down 10th. Whatever the specifics were, it is one of my favorite New York moments.
We would have called too, Lisa! Normally I’d say give me your number and I’ll call you tonight, but I’m just too dang tired…
“Honey, it’s midnight. Who are you calling?”
“um…Lisa?”
“LISA?!?!?!?”
(sound of gunshot)
And then MY husband would say, “Who was that?”
“Mr. Bingley.”
WHO? ::bang::
So…two birds with one phone?
The Events of My Friday Night, In Order
1) After leaving work, I met my lovely girlfriend at Penn Station- always the ideal cure for a long and difficult week. From there, we took the subway down to the West Village to the restaurant/bar Chumley?s (which is pronounced,…
And your sister thinks SHE’s the one who’s pathetically middle-aged?!
I’ve been pathetic at every age, Dave.