Some idiot who was invited by a friend of a friend to our Anti-Love karaoke bash had the audacity to post that reply to our evite. You know what I'm too romantic for? Getting married young to my high school boyfriend/loser who's destined to become an Oxycontin freak that fucks your best friend behind your back when you're at your crummy receptionist job earning a living since his disability is about to run out. EAT MY FUCK. How's that for romantic you dumb bitch?! Now shut your tits.
This sunshine-y attitude was in full effect at the party. An hour beforehand I gave myself a guided mediatation that I would not freak out and start being mean and bitter. I sat with my hands folded quietly and thought about all the people in my life who I love so much and even did that thing where you send love to your worst enemies. I focused on how lucky I am to have such amazing funny friends and to live in New York and to have such a wonderful family. I then had a glass of wine as a treat for being so darn wholesome. I did, however,
not eat. Too busy attempting to dress myself in as unflattering a manner as possible. Mission accomplished, folks! Someone played dress up in Mommy's closet!
6:45 pm: I am shown here dueting with the beloved Rob Webber to "Seperate Lives". I am about to flip the bird AT NO ONE. That's right, AT AIR. I have had a whole mai tai in a pint glass. And maybe a lollipop for dinner. Great plan. Watch out. Anger level is at a gentle simmer.
8:ish pm: Sara and I kicked our party off with one of our signature songs, "This Time I Know It's For Real". I am drunker than everyone there clearly, which becomes evident when I start yammering about how "I Like The Gays!!!" WHAT. The yelling will only get worse. Then we got up and ripped through "Hole The Line" with harmony no less. That's how WE do. At one point, Sara & I sing "Take A Bow" and I grab her, throw her in a booth and lay on top of her while screaming in a microphone "I just love you so much why can't I be with you?!?" Someone actually lets me drink more in spite of this gross display. Great plan.
9:65.3-ish pm: Horrified onlookers. This is a trend I court openly with my obnoxious behavior. There were moments of complete stunned silence as I pranced about like a damned drunk baboon, yelling into the microphone, groping guests who I had only just met, throwing candy in the air, did I mention the screaming, sucked down MORE alcohol, flipped the b, and most adorably, I trotted out my old stand-by of snatching a rose that someone bought to be nice (Matt Sears?! Sorry) and bit it then spat out the petals. Just, really. Ick.
Beyond 11 pm: Here comes trouble! And she's drunk on a combo of self-loathing and mixed light rums. I am at my grossest of gross drunks here. Well, minus Key West that is. Soon after this I would go into the bathroom to re-meditate (read: cry). Sara became concerned. She pounded on the door and I answered it with a creepy grin on my face (Problem Child) with my pants unbuttoned and said "Hi, sire" oh, so casually. Then I'd get the spins and be put in a cab where I'd vomit on Giulia's fiancee'. So I got that going for me. What a gal.
Seriously, thanks to all who came, the night was a blur to me after 7 but I seem to recall it being a fun blur. I am sorry I got so drunk and I hope my antics were funny not super scary. I love you all. Even if I did keep yelling in the microphone that I hated everyone.
Also, not kidding here, quitting the booze for a while. Does anyone want a half-full box of wine in the red kind?