Tuesday Sloshed

Last night, I had a tasty dinner at Los Dos Molinos with the peeps and we got promptly hammered on pitchers of margaritas. Delicious. After, we sauntered down to Irving Plaza and worked our weaves at the Rooney show. Sadly, we have now become the "embarassing old people" at the show as the median age was probably 15. We stopped by backstage to say hello to the boys, then made our way through a few more bars before my weave expired at 2AM and I was face down in my pillows per usual.