Everything seemed great until I received the following email from our host:
Going to the store Friday. Any special requests? I have tequila,wine and absinthe.
Mind you, our host is the famous Buddy, the man who sobers up with Jager Bombs and once ran up a $180 tab in less than an hour at the Eighteenth Amendment. (Considering that I, a Duchess in the Court of Prodigious Bar Tabs, have always maxed at $35, this is quite a feat.)
So, sure, Buddy, I have some special requests. I'd like Gatorade, a pallet of painkillers, an enormous trash can to heave into, and maybe one industrial-size preemptive hug.
See you next week...if I survive.
15 comments:
Don't forget the Dramamine.
Oh, yes, and Dramamine. At least all of this will happen in close proximity to both Waffle House and Bojangles.
I'm headed down myself weekend after this... Chapel Thrill, here we come! Oh, and I am totally introducing B to Bojangles. That cajun salt is the best stuff EVER.
Are you sure Chapel Hill is far enough away from the District to avoid the traffic? I dunno, it might extend out that far.
Also, best CH hangover killer: Time Out Chicken. Open 24 hours. Ummmmm.
LiLu - And a whole ton of sweet tea!
Foggy - You know, I wonder about that. If we encounter any security checkpoints in South Hill, I'll let you know.
youre leaving us??? how is anyone expected to party in this town ...without you???????
xoxo
I tried to leave! But people decided to come VISIT! I don't understand people.
Blond - Oh, come on, someone can represent all the privileged DC b*tches!
Marissa - What, they heard J and I were leaving, and thought they could squeeze into our spaces?
Another smart woman - I am off to Vegas for the entire week - I want to be no where near this mess.
Zip - If you pass by the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, wave hello for me. They have the nicest Elvis impersonators/wedding officiants!
BTW, Mike now has a foosball table, so bone up because you have to take a shot for every goal given up.
Jeff - I have no idea how I survived, let alone graduated, from college with you maniacs.
I wish Absinthe wasn't so pretty. Every time I see it, I forget what a let down it is. We used to drink it years ago in Prague and the only thing I ever really enjoyed was watching the Italian guy who was addicted to the stuff down it like water and ramble on about building trenches in Egypt. He was hot. Or maybe I was just hallucinating. Damn green fairy.
Yeah. I plan on staying safely ensconced in Maryland with my Wii and a shit ton of beer.
ej - I never really got the appeal, but the pictures sure are pretty.
bh - I'd do the same if I lived in teh burbs.
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