Drinking mid-week = not best idea ever

[trinityvixen]

Went to Dallas BBQ last night. It was yet another one of those memorable Dallas BBQ nights, where the topics of conversation scared other patrons and won us funny looks and will, of course, not be spoken of outside of the drunken revelry of Dallas BBQ. Dallas BBQ is like Vegas: what happens there, stays there. You're free to talk about other memorable conversations had there only there.

Of course, post-Dallas BBQ is not the best time to remember you need to go to the drug store for stuff. I trotted off to grab a soda to take my pill (I cannot dry swallow the tiny bastard; it just sticks to my tongue) and some chapstick, dragging trakkie along with. She couldn't remember what she needed there at first; I suggested deodorant, and lo! That was it! I only said it because I, too, required some (I keep one on my bureau and one for travelling purposes, and I'd run out of the former and was substituting the latter--no more!). I also needed toothpaste, but that's not something I remember until I'm already home, way back uptown. Oh well. Shall have to fetch some later.

If that were the worst of it, I suppose that would be okay. The worst part about shopping while tipsy is that the paltry excuse for impulse control I have? Gone. *SNAP* Vanished. I bought two things of nailpolish--one it looks like I already have, the other I actually like A LOT, so I guess that's okay--and some chapstick (I just bought one the other week! ARGH! WHY CAN'T I EVER HOLD ONTO CHAPSTICK!?) and a nail file (recalling that I couldn't find mine) and about three different kinds of Garnier hair stuffs (when TV is girly, she prefers hair-and-nails girlie stuffs, not makeup). For which my former roommate scolded me--the bottles were green and I appointed her person-in-charge-of-diversifying-my-color-scheme, hence her antipathy towards letting me have anything green. Whatever. Now I have new hairstuffs to play with!

And, the capper of the evening well spent with friends was getting on the subway to go uptown and getting poked by trakkie. Moment of confusion ensued, in which I was totally sure I was on the wrong train. Turns out she was. It was a nice extra few minutes to girl-chat tipsily before she got off at 34th and I went on my merry way. Did you know that Sandman is a lot less interesting when tipsy? Because I already balk at the all-mighty-before-Neil-Gaiman-there-were-no-comics attitude the collections have, and when you're a little too fuzzy to appreciate the things he and the artists working on it are doing well....ayah.

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[moonlightalice.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. After my awful visit with the doctor/ getting tests/ etc. I was so depressed I went to Duane Reade and bought like three bottles of nail polish, a new hairbrush, and some hairclip I'll probably never use. Weird, huh? But if you want to have a nail-painting party, let me know...

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

There is something VERY satisfying about going to the drugstore and loading up on stuff there. Part of it is appealing to the cheapskate in me--I can buy stuff on sale or store-brand stuff or really cheap nailpolish that I can then use to turn my nose up at the $7-a-bottle stuff and feel thrifty even as I spend $30 I didn't need to. It's also a little bit about the cleaning/prettifying associations--you go there for stuff to make yourself pretty or clean and both of these states are happy ones to be in.

We should do a nail-painting party. Somewhere nice and airy but with chairs and such to sit down. Maybe the Sony lobby place where we had writing group once last summer?

Yay for painting nails!

[viridian.livejournal.com]

Oh shit! You just made me remember that I was supposed to let all the girls at the party raid my nail polish collection before I just throw it all away.

Damn, now I need like an all-girl-party or something.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

For serious. Let's do an indoors picnic somewhere and we'll girl-out in public.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

See, the funny part of the whole pharmacy trip was that when you stated you had to go to the pharmacy to get something to take the pill, there was a glass of water sitting right in front of you.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

No there wasn't. I finished off the water that I had and that Pooch had. If there was other water on the table, I presumed it was spoken for by others, and I didn't see any anyway.

And I really just wanted a pepsi. Addiction, you know.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

I am desperately sad that we couldn't join you, but we didn't get home until about 6pm, and we didn't get the @#)$(! internet working until more like 7 or 8. Ah well. I suspect that alcohol and jet lag and three hours of sleep would not have combined well.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Indeed not. I don't recommend combining jet lag and alcohol (unless it's of the one-glass-and-then-bedtime wine/scotch variety). Never has led anywhere good, you ask me.

But hurrah for being home!