Mortified

Saturday night a gaggle of girls celebrated Nicola's upcoming nuptials. First we had dinner at Otto. I had read that the pizzas were sub-par so I opted for the pasta, which was delicious. After dinner, we headed over to a bar I do not know the name of and cannot find on Citysearch because, as we all know, Citysearch kinda sucks when it comes to, well, searching.

A little back story is in order. At Nicola's engagement party, I had my eye on a Zach Braff look-alike who was quite funny and rather charming. I was pretty sure he was there with his girlfriend, but inquired after the party just in case. At the bar, I was sitting next to one of Nicola's friends who looks like a young Virginia Madsen and whom I had not met previously. We started talking about dating in New York, and I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She did. And then she said:

Oh wait! You're Jess! You're the one who asked about my boyfriend after Nikky's engagement party!

I. Wanted. To. Die. Later that night, we met up with said boyfriend and company, and I wanted to die just a little bit more.