Dinner party with the sis
In an effort to be a good girl, and not to party unnecessarily, I was going to stay home this Saturday night. Again. Also, I have this annoying little cashflow problem that I am dealing with at the moment. How it works is that the ATM doesn’t want to give me money when I try and draw it because I have ‘insufficient funds’. I’m no doctor, but that doesn’t sound good.
In any case, this sense of resolve lasted roughly 18 seconds, or enough time for me to decide that it wasn’t worth it. The sister-lawyer apparently had some buddies doing burgers at Royale, so I decided to hit that. Unfortunately, after the age of 25, ‘doing burgers at Royale’ no longer means a bunch of people who can’t really afford it plan on going out for burgers and the cheapest drinks they can find, but rather a birthday dinner party. To which I had not received an invite. Oops.
Now grown up people think that the best way not to overstay one’s welcome is to be quiet in the corner and unobtrusive. My way, however, is to chat to everyone I see and become the life of the party. I must be growing up though, since I stopped short of proposing a toast to the birthday girl and leading everyone in a terrible rendition of “For she’s a jolly good fellow”. I say that, but actually it would have more likely been a chorus of “She comes from Finland, what do we call her? Finnish! Finnish!” Not my finest moments. I of course ended up telling silly stories about making viennas in the kettle and even used the line “It’s not quite Viennese coffee.”
In any case, I now had dinner dates with wine-marketer and wine-marketer’s-wine-maker boyfriend. I hope the boy doesn’t mind, but really, I’m not sure it will make too much difference. In any case, I went out on Long Street, wore my unnecessarily weird little space boots and generally had a good time. So much for a sense of resolve!
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