post-nanny

Sometime during Saturday night’s drunken fiasco, I let Sarah B unwind my hair, so as to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. It felt a bit like we were making an Amish porn flick. Everyone got real turned on when we started showing some ankle later in the night.

Things I do remember:

Sarah B making us wear red lipstick.
Confessing that I love Fran Drescher.
Benjamin buying daisies from a very amused street vendor at 3 AM.
Drunk blogging and having a very hard time at it.

Things I can’t quite remember:

Why Sarah B made us wear lipstick.
What made me refer to an event as pre-Nanny.
Why a total stranger bought me a drink at the last bar.
At what point Benjamin put on pink pajamas

A fine time was had by all. Can’t really remember having so much fun with near strangers. Felt something like having my imaginary friends suddenly become very, very real. Sarah B’s mother (despite her daughter’s potty mouth) must be congratulated for raising a lady, and Benjamin’s for raising a v. conscientious and gentlemanly host. Next time, however, stop me at five lemon drops and remind me that the Pad Thai was nothing special.

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