Am sooooooooooooo hungover right now. Last night I went out for a friend’s birthday to this faux-Asian place where the drinks were expensive and not that good, and all the surfaces in the room seemed designed to blow lines off of. (Which I didn’t do, thank you very much.) And there was a bed in the middle of the room for no reason. It was all very cokey in a Michael Douglas circa Disclosure kind of way, and I wasn ‘t really interested at all, particularly at the yuzu cosmo I ended up ordering.
Then dinner and a drink with dark rum and candied ginger and lime juice and I don’t know what else.
Then I went to a Tweetup. Shut up. Providence is small. Didn’t end up publicly blogging; it reminded me of my first orgy, for how nervous I was about breaking out the laptop in public. Did have multiple gin martinis, though, while somebody I know was talking about a hearing at the State House yesterday to change the hooker law. (!)
Then I stopped by the Eagle. Saw a former co-worker with a visible erection; I actually made out with him a couple of years ago and his penis is roughly the size of a Pledge can, but he’s very repressed in a way that no thirty-something man in Rhode Island needs to be.
Then I went to see someone I know DJ at this other place. Ran into some people I know, had a Manhattan… The music was okay. My friend wasn’t there but I did hear Dazzey Duks at the end of the night. Cheesy, yes, but not a terrible song to wake up singing.
So now I’m hungover in that way where I’m actually shaking, I think. I’m contemplating a local strip club that has something called Legs N Eggs, but only on Fridays. Good Friday’s probably going to be crowded, what with people having the day off, but I think I’m going to give it a go.
