Well, not really. That was yesterday when I woke up at the ungodly hour of 8:00 am after staggering to bed in the wee hours of Sunday morning, laden down with prezzies after my supremely fun birthday party Saturday nite.
My day started off with my getting my hair blown out (I tucked it up in a bun and sprayed the heck out of it to keep it from getting frizzy in the rain) and then I had my make-up done at Face Stockholm. I was going to try and be fiscally responsible, but I figured my birthday party was the one day of the year that my make-up should be flawless. For $60 they do an amazing job. Since I blew big bucks on the make-up job, I wore a dress from my closet that I hadn't worn in years (You can see all the photos over at Liz and Marianne's blog here.
Thank god it stopped raining before I arrived at the bar. I thought I was going to be early. However, I discovered that Thompson Street was a much longer walk from the Christopher Street train station than I had thought. As I kept walking down Bleeker Street, I thought is this street never going to end?
The Dove Parlour lived up to expectations. It is gorgeous, and decorated like a Victorian bordello. We had the corner in the back with two large leather sofas. Much champagne was drunk. It was great that so many people came out, except for my current crush, who wasn't feeling well. Note to self, do not text message when you have had too much champagne. Not a good idea. Instead of texting him how sorry I was, I was totally obnoxious. Basically I told him that I looked amazingly hot and he was blowing it. Sigh! This is why I'm still single.
After the bar, Liz Maverick, Hope Tarr and I walked all the way to Avenue A and 7th Street to join Leanna, her guy, Marianne and Jacob to go dancing. In high heels no less. Pyramid was great fun apart from the guy who felt the need to spit water on the crowd hitting Leanna and Marcos, who left. Of course, you know that Hope, Liz and I were the last ones to leave the club. We minced along on our aching feet until we somehow managed to hail a cab to take us to Union Square, where we dropped Hope off. Oh, and a limo driver tried to pick us up but he wanted $15 to take us to Union Square and when we said no, he called us ignorant!
After getting on the train in the wrong direction, Liz and I opted to splure on a cab ride home. I had planned to get out when the cab dropped her off, but that was before she handed me all the presents she stuffed in her bag for me. There were so many, there was no way I could schlep them home on the subway, so I took the cab the rest of the way home.
As I was getting ready for bed, I had an ephiphany about a book proposal I'm working on. Why is it that the light bulb goes on when you least expect it? When I woke up yesterday, nauseous from the hangover, it still seemed like a good idea, so I'm hopeful that I'm on the right track.