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I Was Drunk And It Was My Birthday Anyway

Thursday was the birthday party. It was naturally at Sapph because even though I go there a lot less than I used to, it's my home base and that party is guaranteed to be a good time.

I'd been running around like a nutcase all day, finding myself getting frustrated by a lot of stupid shit happening and then wasting time. Though it was supposed to start at 9, I got home at 8 and still had to shower, get dressed, yadda yadda. To say I was late is both an understatement and a given. I had apparently just missed Bill, but his drop in was corroborated, so he gets a "Thanks for coming!" shout. A fair amount of people overestimated my penchant for running behind and there really late, but I was just happy to see everyone because I had total hostess anxiety going in to it. The crowd was totally a grab bag of Candice friends: a Styleaholic, The Random Collective, Jenny, Hani, Lina, Grandmastah H and B, Trendvickster, Princess Nella, P. Diddy (all the way from CT), and many others from school and such with a few randoms. At first, I was running around trying to be a good hostess and introduce everyone about, but then I realized that interfered with my drinking, so I made quick intros as I sipped.

Ah, the drinks. I spent too much time nursing the first Amaretto Sour, drank the second one in a lot less time, and then blinked and the other two were gone. After that came a flaming Sambuca shot, a Cosmo, a Gin and Tonic with Peach (that got spilled...boo!), a tequila shot, and two bottles of water. After that, we switched venues and I just stopped counting because then I would realize that my liver was about to give out. I danced and looked sharp in my pristine brand-new white blazer, though my hair was in untamed, "just got an electric shock" mode. Jenny took pics:

(More at Aeki Tuesday)

I was super touched that all my worker bee pals made the trek out on a Thursday and came with so many presents. I was just squealing over things all night and had a mega swag pile. It's gonna take me days to get through it all. The most comedic present was hands down Grandmastah H's gift of a Rolling Jesus action figure, Mr. T In Your Pocket keychain, and the Dr. Seuss book. I was laughing my ass off. (In an aside, Ms. Mommy was surprisingly against me using Jesus as a new toy for the cats. I figured I'd roll him around on the floor and see what they did and her response was along the lines of "No. Just no." I might still do it when she's not around. And yes, I do know I'm going to hell.) I felt really really loved and will be sending all thank you notes and such. Hilarious was when I was ready to clear out about 1 something and everyone was inexplicably unwilling to let me leave when in the corner of my eye, I saw the candles from the approaching cake. The whole party was awesome. Thanks again everybody for coming!

Lina, a Wes friend, his co-worker, and I felt like raging so we were off uptown. Bankers sure have a thing for those "bottle popping" joints. The bathroom was tres cool though. From there, off to 419 where some newish guy overcharged me for my Taylor's and then had the nerve to get snippy about it. Fucker. I being a social animal made a new friend and went off into the night. And I'll state the no-brainer that trying to walk on Meatpacking District/West Village cobblestones in 3.5 inch heels is a quick way to almost break your fucking neck. But, I survived and am a very happy camper.

Not a damn thing wrong with this celebrating a birthday stuff for real. And my special present from my old body to me was despite the fact I woke up still drunk this morning with glassy eyes about 10ish, I wasn't hungover in the slightest. Good deal.

Posted by Candicissima at March 13, 2004 04:27 AM