When you party on a Monday, you feel like a baller. I mean, only the coolest of the people party on Mondays. Fact.
Jess was in town for work and asked if she could crash at my apartment. Um, duh. I love having visitors. And I love Jess even more. We’re pretty hot and heavy right now.
We made it into an occasion by going to Old Ebbit Grill with Kelly, because our love is a threesome.
I take any and every opportunity I can to eat the crab and artichoke dip at Old Ebbitt. It’s seriously what dreams were made of. If you ever visit me, we will go there and eat it. I’m a giver like that. You’re welcome in advance.
Of course, there was wine involved. And girl talk of the most inappropriate kind. And when you get going down that road, it’s hard to stop.
So we didn’t. We moved to the bar, and then when Kelly had to leave (despite my desperate pleas for her to stay in DC with us so we could keep the party going) we moved it to the apartment so Jess and Tom could bond.
We opened another bottle of wine and talked for hour or so before finally crashing. It was a blast, and I was so, so happy to have the opportunity to see Jess.
But when we reunited the next morning, there was a twinge of regret in our eyes.
Because when you party on a Monday, you wake up to find that it is Tuesday. And that is not baller. Not at all.
It was not a pretty day. Feeling like ass on a Saturday is one thing, but when you have to function AND there’s a whole week of work ahead of you it’s a bad time.
But all was not lost. I did make it to the eye doctor to have my sight mostly restored.
The corneas are no longer swollen and I spent 200 large on a year’s supply of new contacts with a strict admonishment from the doctor about making sure I change them every month. Yeah, I may have tried to stretch them out to 3 or 4 months to save money. How else was I going to buy enough shoes to get me through 2012? Sigh.
And after partying on a Monday, what do you eat for dinner? An entire order of pad Thai, in under ten minutes. It’s the only way you’ll survive. Trust me on that one.
Thank you for being such an amazing hostess! Nothing starts a week off better than a mini SW date with two of my fave sexy ladies. But wow… so much wine. I somehow made it to 10pm last night before I crashed like a college girl at a frat party who was slipped a roofie. Sorry… Was that not appropriate? Sorry, I’m still recovering.
LOVE YOUR FACE <3
I stayed up until after 11. Dumb. I did sleep like a rock though. Or a roofied co-ed. Very accurate description, actually.
I’m jealous of you guys and your partying. Even if it was on a Monday, and even if it did make you feel like ass the next day.
Oh – and that’s very good news about your corneas. You kind of need them.
Yeah, I guess I’ll keep them around. Seeing is a pretty good thing.
Rough days like that only mean that you had a good night- worth it! Glad you guys had a fun get-together.
Very good point!
Yep. This line killed me: “Because when you party on a Monday, you wake up to find that it is Tuesday. And that is not baller. Not at all.”
I have had that realization more times than I care to admit.
Can I come visit? I’ll bring the wine.
Anytime! I have plenty of wine, just bring yourself!
Light weights… haha. I suppose you’re forgiven though because I’m the only one drinking through an emotional crisis right now. That crab dip was so good, I think I had dreams about it last night, and you know I make it my mission to try all the crab dips in the area. So glad we got to have dinner and drink wine, can’t wait to do it again!
We should go back for more next Thursday maybe…
I hope you guys talked about how much you missed Steph and I at least half the time. At least… :p
Sorry Tuesday was crappy… but like everyone else said- totally worth it, right?
Of course. We’re nothing without you guys. Nothing.
Love this post!!! Looks like you ladies had a blast and yes, partyin’ on a Monday is most def baller. But I’d expect nothing less
Hope you’re enjoying your week!
LOL, that would be me with the pad thai – good on ya girl!