shut off notice

…to this by Saturday evening, after 1969 and I went to check out Precious at The Bridge on 40th & Walnut. Afterwards, we stopped by the Please Touch Museum to see Mr. 1969 and his frat play a friendly game of football. Unfortunately, 1969 was all diva’d out in her knee length, three inch stiletto boots so there was no way in hell she was trekking out in the muddy field to holla at  her boy.

Me: “You came out looking all ‘pow’!”

1969: “Oh, honey…this ain’t ‘pow’.”

Me: *awed silence*

After lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen, we went over to Target. I tried to hide the fact that I was under the weather, but by the time we circled over to the cosmetic aisles, I was sniffling in my Puffs and her mommy sense kicked into full gear after I got a little cranky by the humidifiers.

Behold the sexy glasses and the Thera Flu fog.

 

friday night lights

I went from this on Friday evening…

 

simple pleasures

When: Friday night, part deux.

Where: The Continental Mid-Town, penthouse level.

Shari and I attended an earlier event at the Public House, where I learned I am too good to stand on a line. Seriously. I had a flashback to freshman year, anxiously waiting outide a DC club for hot, sweaty paradise, in knee length denim boots. Don’t judge me. And just when I was feeling obnoxious for insisting I didn’t do lines, Shari’s co-worker confirmed that I am not alone.

After two glasses of lukewarm house white, Shari and I departed to the coziness of the Continental, where the fireplace is always blazing and lines are nonexistent. Ahhh. Familiar territory!

A chocolate martini and the best shrimp and chicken Catonese spring roll makes it all better.