Do you guys all know where we are at this point? We are still on Friday. Yes, that’s right, Friday:
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
New York does that to me. Makes me sing bad songs. Constantly.
The gals come to town. I arrive at the apartment first; they arrive shortly after. We are hungry. Very hungry. But we are six and we must find a place that can serve six people who are hungry and can’t wait till 10 p.m. to eat. Open Table to the rescue—CraftBar had one slot for us at 8:30, and we happily grabbed it. Some of us were very excited as we are major Top Chef fans; others less excited, because they’ve never heard of Tom Colicchio. Tom Colicchio became kind of a theme for the weekend. Eh, don’t ask.
So, who’s with me? Well, there’s Tweeds. And Beetle. And Laurel, who I’ve decided isn’t a Laurel after all, but really more of a Scooby, so Scooby she shall be from here on out. We also have Sunrise and Keaton with us.
Here’s the thing about Friday night. We ate. And we drank. And we were hilarious. No, seriously. We were the funniest people ever. We were so funny, in fact, that I took notes on the evening so I could remember to tell all of you about our evening.
Um. Those notes. Is anyone surprised that they really make no sense at this point? I mean, I can make out what I was referring to, but I’m not sure if I can adequately explain to you guys why “Mussels are chickens with p*enises” and “Sunrise feels drunk in her shoulders” was so fall-on-the-floor hysterical. So I won’t bother.
I will tell you that I had three lemon drop martinis, Sunrise had two drinks that she swears “tasted like Christmas,” and Beetle ordered a tiny dish for dinner and then proceeded to eat from everyone else’s plate. Keaton was horrified when a waiter took away her mussel-shell plate before she was done eating only to realize that this is what’s called service and her plate was merely replaced by a clean one.
Also, I texted my husband: “They have pork chops WITH bacon on the menu.”
He responds seconds later: “That is simply awesome.”
I then write back: “The evening special is pork for two.”
He writes back: “God bless Tom.”
I then write: “So, how are the kids doing? Everyone okay?”
And I never hear back.
After dinner we are pleasantly woozy so we head back to the apartment to get some sleep to fortify us for our Saturday adventures. And, oh, what adventures those were! Stay tuned…
