Monday, April 12, 2004
Never Staying in Again. Ever. Ash first said it in my comments, and the wisdom of these words was proved again last night. After a weekend which began on Tuesday, involved too much liquid self-medication, and had left me feeling as if my insides were rotting out, I decided to have a quiet night at home on Sunday. 
This morning my cell phone is full of evidence that this was not a good decision. Texts and voicemails full of sound and fury signifying fun. Friends played pool with an Oscar winner until 3 in the morning. Sully celebrated the end of Lent by leading an entire bar singing Frank Sinatra songs. The Columbia graduate who used to be a stripper and now is going to law school was out celebrating her birthday and new breasts.
Never staying in again. Ever.
This morning my cell phone is full of evidence that this was not a good decision. Texts and voicemails full of sound and fury signifying fun. Friends played pool with an Oscar winner until 3 in the morning. Sully celebrated the end of Lent by leading an entire bar singing Frank Sinatra songs. The Columbia graduate who used to be a stripper and now is going to law school was out celebrating her birthday and new breasts.
Never staying in again. Ever.
