So Wednesday and Thursday were pretty average by all accounts. Went to Masa to finish out Restaurant Week 2010,
obviously had to drop more money at the Allsaints sale, and watched the classic American film, Mean Girls. But, starting Friday circa 4:30pm with some lovely home made Lemon Drop Martinis and Pineapple Mojitos on the deck, I teetered the line between entertaining hot mess and unsavably drunk for approximately 60 hours. Aka I had a GREAT weekend.
Friday was an amazing evening without mess or drama spent with 4 amazing people. There was the standard McFadden’s happy hour, but then in all our drunken glory we decided to go to Atlantic Beer Garden and actually sit down and talk to one another instead of shouting over loud bass. Those are my favorite types of evenings….where you actually enjoying being friends with the friends you went out with. Such a novel idea. It was all topped off with a trip down memory lane to NY Pizza which is still the same shit show it was freshman year, as it should be.
…then came Saturday…it started out subdued enough with a nice bbq drinking and shopping trip. I was pretty tired but still excited to go to the Scissor Sisters concert that night at House of Blues (which btw was AMAZING!!!) I didn’t perk up until the Scissor Sisters themselves tweeted at me and told me I had won two tickets to that nights show which prompted a fury of calling every gay male in Boston seeing if they were in town or didn’t already have tickets, and so the excitement began. I had a perfectly respectable dinner at Cambridge 1 and a few drinks, but then made the executive decision to go to Tequila Rain for one of their frozen yard drinks…a horrible idea at 6:30 in the afternoon. After finishing those and a shot here and there we went to pick up my extra tickets and learned that the Scissor Sisters wouldn’t be taking the stage until 8pm….so it was back to Tequila for round 2…any night that involves going to Tequila Rain twice is bad bad news.
The Scissor Sisters concert was just as gay, flamboyant, and over the top as you would expect it to be. With lethar, lace, spandex, glitter, and confetti everywhere! To add to the concert excitement when I went to get yet another drink during the show I met Preston from the Real World . We chatted it up at the bar for a hot minute and I managed to not be that messy so that was a win for sure.
After the concert I meandered to Mass Ave and proceeded to make plans to have Thanksgiving with a random man in Chicago while finishing a two liter bottle of wine (example of my stellar decision making skills)…then proceeded to return to House of Blues to meet up with some of my best friends for some dancing action. As I proceeded to enjoy some more gin and tonics I decided that it would be best for the group if we all were grinding on one of the platforms, so up the four of us went. A few minutes in a rather intense muscle/water buffalo looking man slapped my ass and asked for a dance…now I have this rule that if someone asks me for a dance I will give them one song no matter who it is (because I know I would be upset if someone turned me down)…now combined with this rule of thumb I also have this habit of making out with someone when I’m dancing with them…the rule and habit obviously do not always coincide with decisions that I should be making. Never the less I decided to invite the water buffalo on stage with us and proceeded to make out with him…just then my moral compass kicked in and I decided that this was most likely a bad idea as
he began to tell me that he was a “power bottom” and “ready to fuck when I was”…so I used my ever so AMAZING human shield DSL…the meat head did not get the picture and asked if he could cut in, at which point I decided making out with one of my best friends would be a good tactic…fail…then I said DSL was my boyfriend to which thebloated man decided to tell DSL he was going to kick his ass if he didn’t let him dance with me….not sure how we eventually got out of the situation but it just was not productive in the least bit.
I woke up alone in my own bed Sunday morning…which was for the best…and I could tell that I had made it too 7 11 all by myself the night before which I was pretty proud of. As I struggled on the couch Sunday morning reliving the night in even more detail then can be typed with MER and DSL, MER gave me some sage advice…”ALSO YOU SHOULD NOT MAKE OUT WITH EVERYONE YOU DANCE WITH.”….if only I had learned this Freshman year so many issues in life could have been avoided.
So in light of my life being a constant lavish hot mess…I ask you this America…when does a mess stop being hot? As long as someone is entertained and no one gets hurt is it ok to just rock doing whatever you please? or are there really points when you should reign it in a little? I don’t live for regret so I personally never feel bad or awkward but what do I say when my kids ask me about my college days???