About a month ago, I admitted that I'm not much of a weekday party animal (unlike my new roommate Natalie).
After I posted I got really motivated to make plans and be more proactive about living life on the weekdays and not letting my weekdays bring me down and subsequentially leave me a couch potato in front of shows like 90210 and Top Design (I don't even like them!).
WG1 had also expressed interest in doing more (because at this point in time she was still living with her dad and had no life - sorry WG1 but you know it's true). Anyway, WG1 suggested we attend a DailyCandy soiree after work one night. The party seemed promising. It was a summer "white party" with summery cocktails, light appetizers, and the first 50 guests were promised a new snazzy electric toothbrush (thrilling I know).
So WG1 and I decided since the party didn't start until 7 that we'd grab drinks beforehand at a bar down the street. But when we turned the corner we realized that the line was already at least 100 people deep. So we got in line. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I think we waited an hour and half and when we finally entered the coveted DailyCandy party, we made a beeline for the bar.
"We'll have two of these special cocktails," I said pointing at the bar menu.
"Oh, we're all out."
"Out of alcohol?" WG1 asked in pure shock.
"Yep, sorry girls." The bartender then scuttled away from our angry eyes. I'm really good at angry eyes btw.
We both took one look at one another and without words exited the bar. So our big night out ended up being a bust. On a lighter note, we ended up finding a really cute little restaurant nearby where we enjoyed some really great artichoke dip and of course wine to wash it down with. We also made some new friends in line while waiting so we officially felt social and had a great meal to boot.
Moral of the story. I don't really have one. I think I just wanted to prove that I'm not always lame and do manage to get out after work.
And that do be a good Working Girl, you have to let off some steam every once in a while. And I'm trying my darndest to get out there more. For example, WG1 and I had drinks with our friend Hannah a few weeks ago, we had a amazing meal at Buddakan last week (where we saw Dale from Top Chef!), and next week my gay bff from work promised to take me on a date to bar Porkies where 12-Pack from I Love NY bartends once a week (I kid you not).
So I think I'm doing pretty well. I'm no party animal. But I'm no couch potato either.