So we decided to take a break from domesticity this weekend and actually go to a bar with friends. We went to Ginger's Bar in Park Slope, Brooklyn. It's great hole in the wall kind of "family" bar. We are not into the club scene, so this bar is perfect for us. There's something really special about being in a small, gay bar with friendly bartenders and feeling completely comfortable. 7 rum and cokes later, and you're singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at the top of your lungs, accompanied by the drunk strangers down the bar. That's the fun part.
The not so fun part happens on the long subway ride home, and once you finally get home at 5:30 in the morning and end up praying to the porcelain god and shaking uncontrollably on the floor for 8 hours. B is insisting that I inform you all that I'm only talking about myself, she may have gotten sick once and was fine. However, she did wake up at 3:30 in the afternoon still drunk.
Obviously we need more practice outside of the realm of domesticity, or we just need to stay in our box. Time to watch lesbian movies and cuddle on the couch...
Pace yourself ladies. :)) Actually I have no room to talk. Not that long ago I took a trip on the Long Island Expressway straight to my own porcelain god.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I think we've learned our lesson, we'll be taking it easy next time! Or, staying home!
ReplyDeleteGosh dang that Ginger...she does it all the time. ;)
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