Michael is in New York which makes me very happy. I saw him on Thursday night, when I took him to a greasy New York diner and the Virgin Megastore, and last night he met my favorite couple, "Mr. and Mrs. Crazyfriend", the adorable Ana and Rob, when we all went out for someone else's birthday to The Village Pourhouse.
That party will make for the 2nd time this week I've had to pay for a paper bracelet in order to drink, which seems to lead me to try to drink like I'm competing for the title of "World's Drunkest White Girl". Since there is no such contest (and no tiara or sash involved) -- and truly, I'm only competing against myself -- someone should tell me that before I proudly sashay up to people to deliver my platform on world peace. But no one ever does.
At some point I got so beligerent in my belief that, as the "World's Drunkest White Girl 2007", all attention should be shone on me, I called my friend in Vegas twice in a row until he picked up. When he did I started to sputter about the lack of attention being paid to me and he, after laughing so hard at my inability to form a coherent sentence that he nearly wet himself, said, "I'm on the phone with the store trying to buy a new refrigerator. Can you please wait for me to be done with that before you start getting all crazy-like?" Which I... did not. But it was nice of him to say "please".
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