Happy Monday, dear readers! Are you still recovering from your debaucherous weekend, you drunk lushes? Good. So am I.

Of course, I jest. I did not have a debaucherous weekend. Unless you consider Drew Barrymore/Hugh Grant movies the apex of hedonism. On Friday night, Vic and Liz and I saw the rom-com Music and Lyrics.

Yeah, I kinda puked in my mouth a little just now, too.

Music and Lyrics is awful. And saying that I don’t like a rom-com is like another person saying he doesn’t like air. I know we should’ve probably seen something with a little more substance like, say, Letters to Iwo Jima, but that would have required thinking on our part and thinking is the last thing you want to do at the end of a work week.

But the only redeeming part to the movie is the pop song. We couldn’t stop singing it all night. “Pop! (pop) goes my heaaart!”

Afterwards we went to Bar Veloce for an apres-movie drink. I was going to be a good girl and go home afterwards when I realized it wasn’t even midnight. So I met up with Niki,Elissa, and co for some Oscar Wilde inspired cocktails. Then we went to The Delancey where we saw our friend Kenny and when I told him I had just seen Music and Lyrics, he responded, “Why didn’t you invite me?”

I should probably point out that Kenny is heterosexual. But he loves rom-coms. His favorite movie is Hitch.

On Saturday, I went to yoga and nearly blacked out during downward dog. Note to self: It is probably unwise to go to a 90 minute yoga class after a night of drinking and smoking.

After yoga I was sitting at home, watching Talk Soup on E because, hey, that’s what I do on my Saturdays, when I got a call from my roomie.

“We’re at Pastis. We’re drunk. We’re coming to pick you up and we’re going to party.”
“Okay!”

Hence, all the champagne pics from the previous post. Oh, yeah, we’re such bawlers, drinking Veuve like its water. Did I mention I can’t afford to re-pay my student loans?

By the end of the evening we were feeling sentimental and saying things like “Did I tell you how much you mean to me!!! I mean, really mean to me!!!” And then Manoo played his guitar and we had a little sing along. Although by the end I kept requesting that he play Jo-Jo’s “Get Out”. Man, I love that song.

Perhaps the sing-along inspired us to get in touch with our feelings and we had a convo about break ups and relationships and Manoo said something really touching and inspiring to me but, unfortunately, I can’t seem to remember anything that he said.

But after all that we managed to come home by midnight. See, the key to getting home at a reasonable hour is to just start partying early. Like at brunch time.

So now I’m working on my homework assignment for my tv writing class tonight. I have to write a monolgue in the style of a Jay Leno or David Letterman act and include 15 jokes. So far, I have three.