As per Leigh and Abby's instructions, I will write about the surreal moment we experienced last night at Desmond's. At some point (and Abby will have to correct me and/or fill in the points I missed) the bartender made a snotty face when Abby ordered a Malibu and pineapple. (She likes sweet rum and fruit juice. So sue her.) Then he didn't even make the freaking drink. And somehow this led to our two testosterone-riddled friends nearly getting into a full-fledged RUMBLE. I think at some point in this brohaha (which wasn't particularly interesting, and went on in rather small increments for over an hour) the bartender pointed to his own arm as if to insinuate that he will beat someone up and then says, "If you want to throw down, talk to the owner." He then points to someone we can only assume is the owner, a geriatric sitting at a table near the far wall. Surrrrrrrrr-ealllll. We left shortly after that.
As usual I oversold my services last night. Told several people I would meet them when truthfully I had to get up early to buy pantyhose because I have to go to a wedding today. (I know, how hot am I. Up at 10:00 to go buy pantyhose. Don't you wish you had my life?) Anyway, I didn't go to Katie's party because I went out last night wearing a t-shirt and no jacket and it started to rain on me and I am just not very smart. So anyone I told that I would meet out last night that I did not meet I'm sorry, especially Emily because I haven't seen her in FOREVA.
I would also like to ask a favor of everyone who knows me or meets me in the future. There is NOTHING -- let me stress this -- ABSOLUTELY NOTHING more insulting than someone who has met you many, many times and pretends to like you and enjoy talking to you CALLING YOU THE WRONG NAME. As an identical twin, this happens to me often -- people call me Jessica regularly. And it's annoying, especially when they only know Jessica through me. Okay, I feel a little better now.
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