Hangovers and young republicans

The roommate said to me this morning...

You know what's really awesome? Being hungover on a Monday morning!

I am not hungover on this particular Monday morning, but I was for the entire weekend. Except, you know, when I was drunk. I am so not a rock star anymore, apparently, because it hurt. A lot.

Cindy and Zee came down Saturday night, and the first thing Cindy says is, "We're raging." I haven't seen that girl rage like that since freshman year of college. After a lovely dinner at Cafe Orlin, we went up to Chris Noth-owned The Cutting Room, where we learned that if you are famous and you own a bar, it is perfectly acceptable to put a 20'x20' picture of yourself up on the wall. And that it's not at all obnoxious. Anyway, we saw Le Scandal, their Saturday night burlesque show. It was a great show, except for one act where a woman sang while assaulting herself, you know, down there with a knife. I know it was supposed to be Important and Meaningful and Powerful and Feminist, but really it was just kind of horrifying.

After burlesque, we walked a couple blocks over to Dusk where two 22 year old staunch republicans from Jersey immediately pounced on us. One was dressed like he was a member of the Squirrel Nut Zippers, one like he was from Menudo. They were amusing for a bit, and then Squirrel Nut Zipper guy got all creepy and date rapist-like, so Zee and I gave him a tongue-lashing and sent him on his way.

Because I have a bad habit of always ending the night at JP Wardes, we stopped in around 3:30 and the bartender said, Closing the bar two nights in a row? That's hardcore. Too hardcore for me, incidentally. And also for Cindy, who ended her night in true college freshman style, praying to the porcelain God.