Martini Madness

After taking myself out of the drinking game for a few weeks I decided to hit the town hard this weekend. And it hit back! It also tripped me and made me call people names. And just when we had been getting along so well! The weekend started out mellow enough as Dana and I dined Al Fresco at Max. It was a beautiful night and the food was great as always. From there we headed to the Merc to see Battle. We got there about halfway through the 5 O'Clock Heroes set and though the band was entertaining enough the crowd was all out of whack. We didn't know one person in there and between sets loud house music was played. Wait, did Element buy out the mercury lounge? I kid, I kid. I was kind of disappointed with Battle because I pretty much wanted every single song to be Tendency and it wasn't. It also didn't help that a certain ipod DJ was yelling things in between every song. Not cool. On a brighter note the lead singer did look like Hawkins. Being the responsible one of our dynamic duo, Dana called it a night while I headed back out to join the tribunal for Scott's Birthday celebration. I made a quick stop at Puck Fair to say hi to Stacie and Paul and then they walked me over to Botanica where I embarrassed Paul by introducing him to everyone as follows: "This is Paul. He's shy and awkward". Whoopsie, I didn't mean to, it just happened. After Botanica things got a little weird as someone suggested we go to Element to go dancing. I am assuming it was Balint but anything was possible at that hour. We were the only people in the club so after dancing around each other in circles for a while we figured it was time to put in an appearance at No Malice. I snuck out just around the time that Horton was carried out while sleeping soundly on Castro's shoulder. It was a beautiful moment.

Saturday was one of those amazing days that you just want to bottle up and keep in your pocket. I took full advantage of the weather with the Camel and Stacie before getting my ass out to Brooklyn for the Martini party that would essentially be the end of me. Countless martinis + no dinner = me pouting on the couch with a glass of water.

It also caused me to get Paul smacked in the head by a cab driver, make someone cry, call everyone a bitch, cling on for dear life to Nick and Ryan, fall into the bath tub, bite people and finally pass out on the couch as the party raged on. I think I had fun though. If it happened after 11 chances are I don't remember it and that I probably have to apologize to someone for it. Sorry bitches! The party was great from what I do remember. Jen, Ryan and Nick were excellent hosts as always and I look forward to their next festival. There's talk of an underwear party in April where margaritas will be served which excites me and terrifies me all at the same time. Here are some more photos from the party:





I spent the majority of Sunday sitting at a diner, getting made fun of and washing dishes. I figured after drinking myself under the table and causing a scene the least I could do was help clean. It was actually pretty fun and Nick's rad eighties mix was a huge help. After finally making it back to the city around 5 I dragged myself over to Sunday night dinner at 302. Elissa out did herself again with veggie chili, cornbread and banana pudding. Delicious. And in order to make ourselves feel better about our drinking problems we all sat around and told Alex stories. No matter how many stupid things a person has done, he will always have done something worse. God bless you Alex ;)