The blogging gods (Blods?) have been smiling favorably upon me lately. You see, this past week, they saw fit to grant me the opportunity to meet up with not one but TWO of my favorite bloggers. As you know, I do not shut up about my adoration for the lovely Guinness Girl. We have a fantastic time whenever she's in town, so I was pleased to no end when she informed me that she was going to be in NYC for training again. Alas, J was going to a Mets game that night, so this time, I could only meet her for a quick drink. Naturally, we made the most of it. Despite traveling through Grand Central Station every weekday, I’ve never been to this adjoining lounge, which is where we decided to go. It's very old-world banker-ish (if that makes sense to anyone else but me) and has the ambiance of a Prohibition-era speakeasy.
The drinks there are dangerous. From what I observed, all of them had a common theme. And if that theme could talk, it would say "Alcohol?! Gracious heavens, no! Why, there's nothing of the sort in here! We're just innocent drinks, and our delicious sweet flavors are not at all a camouflage for the fact that we contain a bathtub's worth of vodka, scotch, and rum! Hush now, drink up!" No joke. I could just tell that, had I consumed more than one, doing so would have had the unfortunate consequence of me performing my incomparable Christina Aguilera “Genie in a Bottle” dance. (Incomparable, because I've never before done it.) And then passing out, and mysteriously waking up in Nebraska
So, fortunately for all, it was just the one drink for me.
Guinness Girl, was, as always, hilarious, and I am continually amazed at her pretty glowiness. How? How do you do it, GG?! Also? She has the best, most fascinating stories EVAH. Seriously. Come back soon, missy!
Due to my crazy week, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on in your lives, but I’ll catch up
over the weekend this week. (Damn. Well...this weekend flew.)