This weekend I:
-Almost hugged a Greyhound bus driver (hey, he was a Noo Yawker, I was excited to be going back, I got a little carried away).
-Intensified my belief that cell phones are inappropriate bus entertainment. Buy. A. Magazine!
-Got to stay in a posh East Village location, courtesy of a lovely and hospitable friend.
-Found out how dangerous it is to be so close to all the Tiki bars.
-Got my socialization on with the Captain, Caya, Wesley, Fraulein Miller, and Liz and Dave waaaay at the other end of the bar.
-Drank enough rum to make a frat boy start hugging his friends and saying "I love you, dude."
-Played Playboy Pinball.
-Was painfully disappointed in the dress selection at Daffy's.
-Discovered to my delight that the pointy-toe phenomenon that has held the shoe world in a stranglehold seems to be gradually giving way to this really nice 30s-40s round toe thing.
-Almost walked into a peep show instead of the independent theater that was right next door, much to the amusement of the bouncer of the one and doorman of the other, especially when I said "Oh, maybe later."
-Saw some fine theater, particularly that directed by the destined-for-fame Ms. Ambush.
-Went on my first "business trip."
-Worried more than is customary about my outfit.
-Saw the Waldorf Astoria Hotel for the first time.
-Sold things to the ridiculously rich.
-Noted that the rich do not, as advertised, dress all that well.
-Ate lunch twenty feet away from Hillary Clinton.
-Tried and failed to refuse the big greasy chicken leg that the waiter wanted to give me.
-Got funny looks from rich ladies.
-Was unable to produce appropriate small talk.
-Lunched on side dishes and dessert.
-Got real dinner comped by work later.
-Got real tired of the bus.
Posted by hilatron at May 6, 2003 07:46 PMthat flaming volcano drink nearly killed me.
Posted by: jenni at May 6, 2003 08:09 PMHow many walls between you and Hillary? Tell more, Pleeease!
Posted by: Kate at May 6, 2003 08:25 PMNo walls. I could see her eating her salad. I did not, however, get to take a picture with her, as was a possibility. Which is probably just as well, as I usually manage to look either drunk or peevish in photographs. Or both.
And Jenni, we really need to work on your tolerance for fruity rum drinks. You didn't even last until the bartender mysteriously started giving us free cocktails! My theory is, he was charmed by our hooting and flash photography.
Posted by: Hilatron at May 6, 2003 10:40 PMor he was trying to relax you for your impending space flight... or kidney removal
Posted by: tree at May 7, 2003 05:59 AMor he was trying to relax you for your impending space flight... or kidney removal
Posted by: tree at May 7, 2003 06:00 AMI am certain that flaming Tiki drinks should be a required part of space flight preparation. I am also certain that I am somewhat smaller then Jenni, and capable of helping her drink her flaming volcano, as well as helping complete two other volcanos and a small tiki drink of my own - no flame, just a flower. Maybe my kidney's should have been removed.
Also, I am interested in a expose on the poor dressing habits of the rich. Tell me more.