The Fairytale... Ending?

Will NEVER drink again.

NEVER.

Night out with Chris and Company went smoother than expected. However, I can never look these people in the eye again.

Well it all began at the Affinia, where we met up actually on time. (Can we light a candle?!) Some shaggy looking guy complemented my Arsenal scarf and he turned out to be some musical artist from Britian. So the token celeb spotting of course took place. Christian's friends seemed better than expected. They were even reasonably dressed! No one seemed to be mixing, so to inspire this mix, I had had the forethought to pick somewhere close but not too close so I could break us up in cabs. Ash and Sarah went in one with Warren and Alex, and I got to sit bitch with Christian and Simon. Ash got there first.

OK. As most nights out with Ash begin we went to El Cantinero, our favorite resturuant. We had sangria. We ALL know how I get with sangria. BAD. Anyway, these people seated me at the head of the table so we could all watch as I made a shameless spectacle of myself. Four glasses of this stuff later I was continuously laughing for no apparent reason rather loudly and ranting incoherently about George W by myself in the corner. I even took one of the marachinos out of Sarah's glass and asked Chris to "Pop my cherry." Wow.

So as I was shaming the USA, Ash and Sarah were getting along well. Ash was coherently ranting about politics with Christian and Alex and I think Simon was in on it just less so. Sarah, omg, I was so proud, was chatting up Warren! SHE GOT THE CUTE ONE - I had already staked my claims on Chris, so I let them have the leftovers, but she got the cute one of those! The two quiet ones seemed to link up. Sarah, you devil... I was so proud.

Anyway, as the evening progressed we decided to go to the W to Underbar. By this time I was GONE and Ash was coming along but you know Sarah was holding out. We got one of the velvet rooms and seated ourselves boy-girl like they do in grammar school when they want you to stop talking. Anyway, after a cocktail where I was ok, I proceeded to drink Ash's wine or two and well, by the end me and Ash were laying down, singing along to the soundtrack, and I think we even kissed eachother. We got up to go to the restroom and they have one of those walls of water like at Tao, we nearly took a bath in it, screetching about how ironic it was we were going to go home empty handed and SARAH got the guy! That blue top was a disaster and kept falling; so I guarantee everyone saw my boobs or rather, lack there of. It's going back today. Not only that but it added ten pounds.

OK. But it isn't over. Sad as I was the other day about not getting my fairytale ending, everything gets better.

Last night was the first night the weather has stayed warm. Springtime in New York is always somewhat sparkly. Twelve hit, that's when the last bus to Westchester leaves. I asked Chris to come with me, he said he would. I couldn't walk in those shoes so we took a cab. One thing lead to the next and we got to talking about London. What is it about guys and the early evening lighting? One just seemed to stick to the other... Anyway, we ended up back at the hotel room (I got my view of it!) and laughed the rest of the evening off underneath the sheets. Was so sweet, didn't take advantage of the situation... anyway, I take back what I said earlier in this journal, in reguards to the British and their bad kissing... was the sweetest kiss I've had in a long time.

It was bliss though, until the clock struck 1... when Cinderella was supposed to be leaving the ball. *Smirks* I stayed another half hour and then sadly had to go. An avante guarde kiss goodbye and the saddest cab ride home ever. Was so refreshing, admitted, to leave a date and for once, not want to. Another NYC fairytale.

I love this city sometimes, the cabdriver and I nearly cried like babies as we got along the West Side highway, where me and Render would drive during these early spring evenings. The air and the lighting hit it so that you can see the water glisten underneath the lit up windows of a thousand different stories, all ending for the day. The song on, ironically, was "Midnight Train to Georgia;" the cabdriver and I did a wonderful rendition.

"I can't be near you, the light just radiates..."
-Courtney Love

Got to thinking... Maybe Al is right, I do date the wrong men...

So the verdict?


Am looking forward to London.