Susie pointed out that my initial details of our girl's night out were sparse.
She went so far as to proclaim the events of the evening qualified as a debacle and a drunken one at that.
I think not.
After dropping Mr. Ratburn and Lil Rita at the Moore Hotel, we made our way to the adjoining bar.
We neither of us had extensive experience at ordering drinks, but we managed to muddle our way through (she had "Jack with a coke back" and the bartender suggested a vodka and cranberry to me).
The Nitelite is well known for the strength of its drinks.
Their Long Island ice tea is enough to fell several grown men.
How do I know this?
Allow me to digress.
In the last weekend of July, 2005 a friend (April) I'd originally met online and I got together in Seattle and spend the day wandering a bit. We met the local Village Idiot for a coffee and a visit to Bud's Jazz Records.
THEN we went to the NiteLite.
We had arranged to meet several other people from our trivia chatroom and a lovely time was had by all.
I ordered a legendary Long Island ice tea and the three people at my end of the table helped me drink it.
Around midnight April and I were singing an old jazz standard into something (a pen, I believe) and a comment was made about the level of our intoxication. Avvy was, in fact, deeply and impressively drunk, but the guy who'd been sitting next to me pointed out that I had been drinking nothing for the last two hours but Sprite™ thus proving I am as goofy and clumsy when completely stone cold sober as most people are right before they start drunk dialing.
After we closed the bar down April and I retired to a room at the hotel where we slept together.
THIS July, Susie and I sat at the counter in the window and talked and laughed and people watched.
The regulars were easy to pick out as they greeted the bouncer and were handed drinks without having to order.
After we'd been there almost two hours I offered to get us both another drink
We had a brief convo about intoxication and then I fetched our second round.
By this time the concert at the Moore had ended and into the mixture of locals and tourists in the bar there was added the post concert crowd.
Susie told me all kinds of embarassing secrets (available to the highest bidder, offers accepted through email only) and I told her all kinds of lies (nothing she says I said is true, NOT A WORD!!!).
Anyway, we switched over to ice water when we ran out of ice to chew from our drinks and watched a gal in an awesome flapper dress smoke a joint as nonchalantly as possible.
It was about this time we decided to memorialize the evening forever in a unique way (some of you will be receiving evidence in the mail soon).
Shortly after than, while gesturing emphatically (which I am sometimes wont to do) I knocked my ice water over.
At about time for last call we decided to take a little stroll and then,
we headed over to the hotel
where we slept together.
But not for very long!