Friday’s reunion with The Pink Fairy was immediately followed by a super swank dinner at McDonald’s. Now, before you judge me for suggesting such a frugal cuisine, let me say that I didn’t just pick any old McDonald’s. This particular establishment is decked out with 1960s-inspired décor, complete with chic and modern sofa, coffee table, and club chair, contrasting orange throw pillows, and Lucite light fixtures. I choose to think of this particular hamburger eatery as ModDonald’s!
After said fatty food consumption, we hit up the store for drinkage and miscellaneous junk food. A few drinks and shots later, we headed downtown to join the St. Patrick’s Day cheer. We channeled our alter egos, Trixee and Skittles, with a couple of (clear) screwdrivers and proceeded to obnoxiously rehash all four years of high school. The BF nursed a Guinness and tried not to hurl on my pointy shoes out of sheer disgust. His endurance to put up with my antics continues to amaze me! We staggered home and stayed up way past a decent hour.
I slept for three hours, and then crawled to the shower. Not even hot water could save me from this massive hangover. Technically I still had the alcohol coursing through my veins. I’m not entirely sure if that qualified it as a hangover, or if that, in fact, is the definition of being hung over. The only remedy I could think of was Starbucks (for me) and Pepto (for The Pink Fairy).
Propelled by the Go Power of caffeine, I drove to Los Angeles and managed to dodge concrete barriers and being cited for Driving While Delirious. I discovered my own version of “white knuckling” it and that I possess patience in spades.
And now, what you’ve all been waiting for:
Waiting in line for Project Runway was certainly an experience, and when I have more time (and more sleep) I will paint a very (loose) description of it. Damn those Non-Disclosure Agreements and Confidentiality Clauses!