Y4 D28

Hello, special Hell? It's me. I am ready to come home now...

I woke up this morning on a strange couch, in a strange apartment, with strangers. Yay me. I had blood on my hands, I just found a bruise on my stomach, and I am pretty black after about 8pm. I know at some point I got denied admission to a club because I was too drunk. Sweet.

Okay let's back up. I got up yesterday morning and worked for a while. I then took the train into the city to meet a friend for some shopping for Sunday. Sunday is Pride Parade and we are all going in costume/show clothes to hand out flyers and promote the show. I needed some things to go with the outfit I am wearing and agreed to meet a friend for lunch and she would help me pick stuff out. Sounds simple enough, right? Yeah, see paragraph one...

We went to lunch and had way too many pear martinis. From there we ended up at this one store and started chatting with the manager. 26, super fucking cute, and she shared with us that the store is closing soon because the owner is done. The owner is a world famous designer who is retiring at 82 and doesn't want to sell her name off to one of the big companies. I applaud her for that. BUT since it's not really public knowledge the stores are closing I will be good and not share the name at this time. Anyway, we had fun talking to her and told her we would be back for this one thing if we didn't find anything else. From there we hit the irish pub and amused all the lunchtime workers. They were all eating fish and chips and having like one pint when we ordered our SECOND round of double vodkas.  Then we did more shopping. For like three hours. Oh wait, while in the mall we stopped at this one restaurant for happy hour. So that would have been around 5? We got to the city at 11, so six hours at that point. THREE separate places drinking. For six hours. Straight. At around 5:30 we went back to the store with the nice girl. We ended up hanging out with her as she closed and the fun part was when said "I am going to go lock the elevator, what you steal is unknown to me la la la". Score. We ended up stealing like $200 in jewelry. Yep.

At that point she says "hey you two been to the new bar at the W yet?". Nope, let's go! We started drinking something called The Devil Goes to Moscow. How fitting. I had some kind of potato chip with dill and caviar followed by a tuna tartare. That's when things get fuzzy. We left there, I think that's when my friend got on public trans to go home and I went home with this girl. I remember around 10 we tried to go to the club across the street from her apartment and they wouldn't let me in because we were drunk. See above. Then we went back to her place and ....... morning. I honestly don't remember anything in between. I remember kissing someone at some point, but I don't remember who, where, what happened after the kiss. Nope. Nothing. I hope I was good...

And today I have a lunch date. Rock on baby, rock on...