Last day of freedom

The haze of last night and today's all day extravaganza has hindered my ability to function until this point. Where do I begin? Mis Mindy, Jessica, and I started our St. Patrick's Day fun at Dempsey's in the East Village, which turned out to be a total shit show, so we sauntered next door to the bar aptly named, Wine Bar, which, erm, served wine. It's delicious and super cute. Very date worthy. Then, we sauntered around the corner to Stillwater where the crowd was college and we were not. There were one particular McSteamy look-a-like that we tossed our weaves at but we eventually moved on to Hi Fi, another college watering hole. Well, my hole was wet enough so we moved on yet again to the Tribeca Grand, which was much more our speed. A few cocktails and the most delicious Mac and Cheese snack, and I was home, face down on the couch with The Fresh Prince of Bel Air playing in the background. So hot.

Today, the ladies, plus Mis Nicola (fresh faced and tan from the Bahamas), and I had a fabu brunch at The Odeon, then shopped until our little hams couldn't take it anymore. Mis Jessica was trying to explain the wonders of her little magic box and welcomed us to come along, but we were very complexed. After a hard cardio workout, we ended up at 60 Thompson guzzling more cocktails and ended at Peep for dinner. We had a wacked waiter (and by wacked, I mean fabulous) who was so inappropriate and crude that I immediately took to him like a dildo to a single 45 year old. At one point, he managed to say "pube" to Nicola (referencing a hair in her drink), and later on, said "lingam" to me, which we later deciphered as LINGER. Loves it.

Today was my last day of freedom from this pesky bout of unemployment so I felt it proper to be well lived and well drunk.

Tomorrow is the start of a new job and new life! I feel like it's the first day of school and I should sharpen my pencils and get a good night's sleep...However, I may refill my flask and repack my lunch box...and it's a little magic box too!