Stupid Astronomer.

Ugh. That's all we have to say. Somehow, Sass and La have managed to effectively waste an entire day...it's as if today didn't even happen. Somehow, we wish that it hadn't.

We had quite the evening yesterday. It started off getting all decked out and heading to our last Restaurant Week adventure. We were seated right away (at, arguably, the worst table in the resturant) and waiter took an immediate liking to Sass. Obviously. He kept trying to ply us with alcohol. So we acquiesed. Bellinis all around. Well, for the girls. Male cousin dining companion (aka Jizzle Mizzle) had his usual.

We ordered and had our first courses in front of us in 0.45 seconds. As far as La is concerned, they could have stayed in the kitchen. Vom. Literally. But more about that later.

As soon as the plates appeared, they disappeared. Before the fork came down to the plate after the last bite, a member of the 1232 person wait staff was there to clear the table. Magically, the next course appeared. Regardless, mind you, of whether the others at the table were finished with their course. So La's filet sat in front of her for 10 minutes while Jizzle Mizzle and Sass finished their appetizers. She's not rude, and she was trying to make a point. Unfortunately, it looks like a point was made to her.

The service was so annoyingly quick that Sass made use of her name and asked--hell, she told--waiter number 455 that we would appreciate it if she and JM could enjoy their wine before we were all shuffled our dessert.

Aside from the extremely rushed service and the sub par, seemingly already prepared miniscule portions, it was an okay experience. Male cousin dining companion made friends with the waiter and managed to wrangle us over the top (OTT) after dinner drinks. Those brown connections...

There may have been some non-alcohol induced vomming.

Because of other commitments, Rizzle Jizzle (not to be confused with Rizzle Mizzle aka Rom Steezy) showed up at the tail end of dinner and in time for after dinner beverages. After much contemplation, the foursome decided to head to a different venue to continue/start off their evening.

First stop: Two rounds of drinks. Interesting conversation. Lots of photos (that Sass is quite the photographer). Maybe some more puke. Again, non-alcohol induced. But, said puker is a trooper and rallied. There was no way this night was going to be cut short.

They braved the bitter wind. They headed across the street to a bar that was warm and cozy, filled with twenty-somethings like themselves and playing really awesome music, just as they hoped it would. [No dance floor] dancing and photo opportunities ensued. And more hurling. But said hurler remained strong, and no one knew of the hurling. La and Sass, though with two male escorts already, managed to garner the attention of some boys. Because her lap looks so comfortable and she, obviously, looks so inviting and approachable, La got some ass; and Sass got several come hither stares from a gentleman who was similar to the evil scrawn-monster from the previous evening.

Off to the next spot. The fabulous four left almost immediately after entering said hotspot. Proceeded to final destination where same of everything occured. Including throwing up. The rallying, continues, and the kids make it to last call. Because Vommy McVomerson had had no alcohol throughout the course of the evening (and obviously none left in the digestive track), there was a designated driver.

At 3 am and with every intention to continue the party, the four returned to La's. There were some accidents (poor Jizzle Mizzle forgot that socks on bamboo floors were extremely slippery (thanks for the two re-enactments, Rizzle) and who knew the damn two person chair was not really made for two people (poor Sass's thumb may be broken)).

There was no more booting. Until today.