Jan/080
Day 6: My Phone-In
I didn't write a blog entry last night because I was doing a little thing that you may call "sleeping". Many thanks to my pals for buying me two Coronas on an empty stomach during the Upright Citizens Brigade/ASSSSSCAT show and then taking the party across the street to fancy pants Frisson, where I consumed two delicious blood orange margaritas and where I was so hungry I actually licked all the salt off of the glass, hungry for any kind of nourishment but deciding against paying 15 dollars for a "snack" at the bar. I enjoy Frisson a lot, even though it's decidedly way more swank than I will ever be, but it's just like Vegas - you're there, so why not pay 12 dollars for a drink?
The last time I was there was early last year on a date, with a sweet but extremely awkward recent Stanford grad. We'd had an extended text message back & forth about our shared addiction to reality shows. He had a habit of coming up to the city once a week and going to fancy restaurants and he abruptly invited me to go to dinner with him via text at about 6:30pm. Even though I always follow The Rules, I know the value of a good meal and I didn't want to spend yet another Friday drunkenly eating Indian food at 3 in the morning with the alcoholic crew I was running with at the time, I accepted, but not before getting drunk at a bar beforehand.