I know better than to let dinner and drinks turn in to a night of hard core boozing. Working a 10 hour day with a hangover is the definition of miz. Makes me want to cheat on my diet and trade my work out for a nap after work. But once I start drinking, there's not much that can stop me. I call it Typical Tuesday.
Over the past couple of weeks, my long lost friend C-Baby and I have been rekindling our friendship via social networks. It started with a few casual tweets, then liking each other's pictures on Instagram, then emailing each other, and now we g-chat nonstop during work hours. As she likes to say, we're pretty much "gay for each other."
If you live in Memphis and you have never eaten at Bari, you have sinned in my book. It's a small, Northern Italian restaurant in Midtown that specializes in absolutely amazing cheeses and pastas. Even though those bitches took my favorite dish off the menu (Cavatelli with mussels and baby squids in tomato broth), I still love that place dearly. I feel like I'm writing a review on Yelp.
So photogenic
C-Baby and I went on a date to Bari last night. I think the hostess literally thought we were on a date...we were placed at a two-top table that was secluded from all other diners. Probably a good thing since we both have foul mouths and get louder with every glass of wine. We completely bypassed ordering a glass of wine and went for the bottle. The wine flowed, the cheeses stunk (try the Clarissa cheese), and the pasta soaked up little alcohol as we dove into deep conversation about how we got to this point in our lives--two single, 24 year old girls living in Memphis with no potential lovers. Instead of blaming ourselves, we threw the guilt on ruined relationships, antidepressants, and weight gain. Typical. Over the next two hours, we bitched and laughed as the wine quickly ran out and we resorted to ordering glasses of some cheap, $5 Pinot Grigio by the glass.
Trivia Team Name
After dinner, we met up with Felix at The Cove for a few cold PBRs and were surprised with Trivia Night. I fucking love trivia. Felix and C-Baby fucking love trivia. Awesome. Our team name? Merekat Manor. We're drunk and ready to kick some hipster, grungy looking bar patrons' asses. And for those of you who have never been to The Cove...it's a must see. It's a pirate ship themed dive bar on Broad right off Sam Cooper. Definitely check it out. Thanks to Felix's random, useless knowledge and C-Baby's cheating, quick fingers on her phone under the table, we didn't do too bad. 6th place for three, non-nerdy newcomers...not too shabby. And it probably helped that we shouted out the wrong answers so teams around us would second guess their submissions. We got tactics.
By midnight, C-Baby and I were both red-eyed and knew it was time to go if we were going to make it to work on time this morning. We stop at a gas station for snacks (Felix's fave) and gas. An old, white Caddy with a kid in the back pulls up and screams to C-Baby, "You married? You fine!" Yea, great pick up line. Works every time on drunk white girls. Felix comes out with the most awesome of awesome snacks...cheese puffs. And a "Just Busted" paper. Well, there goes the diet. I ate half the damn bag on the ride home.
How I feel this morning.
This morning sucks. I think I may still be drunk. Maybe it would have helped had I showered. I'm sure I smell absolutely wonderful like stale beer and cigs. I only made it to work 5 minutes late which is a Christmas Day miracle since I had to take Felix back to his car this morning at The Cove. And, I just heard from C-Baby. She's still not at work yet... currently an hour and 13 minutes late. And she threw up while brushing her teeth. Solid.
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