my big fat greek drunken evening

brace yourselves, dearest readers, i'm about to tell you something really shocking, something you're not going to believe or like: i'm not a spring chicken any more.

that's right, i said it. i can no longer do what i've done the last two nights: go out drinking until 1am and then get up at 715 for work the next day. ok, so it was actually two nights ago that i was out til 1am. last night we were home by 1030, but that's not the point. i still feel like i've been run over by a mac truck (you know, the kind of truck that carries makeup, as opposed to a mack truck). but oh boy has it been worth it.

after work yesterday i met scott at mary ann's (a mexican chain located mainly in the absurdly posh bit of the upper east side) for margaritas and tortilla chips. oh, and to get his keys because he and his boyfriend are going to ft. lauderdale on what they're calling their "big gay spring break." i'm spittin' jealous, but i'm taking care of his cat while they're away. and by taking care of, i mean checking in on twice because they've left it with a self-feeder and self-waterer. basically i have to go make sure the cat hasn't like destroyed the place, because she's needy like sascha was (is, i suppose, though she's no longer my cat).

then i met hilary, amanda, and our friends erin and tim (from peabster) for hilary's birthday dinner at this ridiculous place in chelsea called "markt." it wasn't extremely fancy, but it was definitely the kind of place i'd only go for a special occasion: it was bustling and a lil' expensive. here in the city i can only go out to dinner if it's like...um...a greek restaurant or a mexican taqueria. basically it has to be listed in the new york times as "cheap as dirt" or i can't go there. because even "cheap as dirt" means fifteen dollars a plate.

anyway, we had a pretty great dinner (with pretty bad service, but what does it matter when you're drinking belgian beer with friends?) and then i bought hilary a happy birthday pastry at omonia cafe, the greek bakery that has a picture of the cake it baked for my big fat greek wedding in the window.

opa!