will the room stop spinning, please?!

friday night i had not one but two engagements in my social calendar and it was another one of those nights where i drank way too much. i should know better. at my age, i really should know better.

my friend, E, celebrated her birthday by renting out one of the private rooms at a local bar and getting a few DJ pals to spin all night long. it was great fun to see E let loose and well, get super sloshed while we danced to new wave, hip hop, house and major disco tunes. E's a dear friend of mine - a total sweetheart in my book - and she happens to be very cute with very cute friends from way back when they were all at Smith. so not only was there Guinness on tap at this bar, there were a host of very cute girls. yeah, yeah, there were cute boys too, but there were way too many cute girls that i simply got distracted. Guinness, cute girls - and catching up with old friends, what more could i want? it was fun. my friend, N, and i hung out for a few hours before heading over to my next event - a lesbian dance club - something i had promised to go to a while back.

as most of you know, i'm not much of a dancer. so what the hell was i going to do there? N loves to dance so no problem there. but me? i ended up drinking more Guinness at this place. i forgot to mention that before these two things, i had already been drinking thanks to N., who showed up at my place with a bottle of champagne which we both polished off quickly while ruminating over our sorry love lives.

anyway, the club was dark, crowded and sweaty - full of drunk lesbians getting it on with each other or trying to. i'm super mellow and low-key so this was obviously not my thing, but i don't break promises as i had committed to going with N. the worse part? getting beer spilled on me - this drunk girl literally tossed her pint at me because she was so happy about the music. i'm just standing there with a super wet shirt and jeans. beer is for drinking, not spilling!

i had a so-so time. the redeeming factor were the very hot go-go dancers. one in particular who really knew how to collect those dollar bills in her g-string. after i had my fill of creative dancing, it was time to call it a night.

but saturday...i woke up with a massive headache. my bedroom wouldn't stop spinning. and i wanted to hurl, my throat was parched...ouch. it was slow going. i could barely move to make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. recovery is harder and harder as i get older. oh to be 21 years old again...

tonight - i'm off to the Meshell Ndegecello concert at The Fillmore. i don't really want to go as this was something A. and i were going to do together, but my friend, M, said, "Nonsense!" and invited herself to go in A's stead and get me out of the house. it's a good thing, i suppose, but i can't help but think i'd rather be with A. at this concert - but then, she dumped me so what's the use of dwelling on it?

i'll update later on how the concert goes - but i'm sure it'll be awesome.