honey lemon tea

de la coast was quiet last night so after waiting for our friend sherry we decided to change venues. met up with the syzygy peeps at the naked cow, where cyn and i polished off the rest of gregor and vince's dinner, even tho we'd had a big meal before we left home. sweet potatoes, mmm. brussel sprouts, mmm. i love brussel sprouts.

we met up with frank and jer at FCC, where there was a 42 below party (vodka brand). from the looks of it, the theme was a clockwork orange; so entry was 100 rmb which got you two drinks. the drink 'tickets' were self-adhesive fake eyelashes. get it? cyn wore hers haphazardly stuck on her face for most of the night. cute. i gave mine to a drunk vince who didn't need them anyway because he was wearing the VIP bowler hat and had unlimited drinks.

last night must've been my lucky night because i heard more lines than i'd gotten in a while. i even got the classic, 'i'm sorry, have i met you before?' it was one for the books. it's just positive reinforcement for being on the wagon. last night was also my first night out since deciding to hold off on the drinking, and i was surprised at how difficult it was. i don't think that i have a 'habit' by any means - there are a lot of parties here in SH, but i just don't have the physical capacity to be a 24-7 party girl so i'm not one by default. but i decided to eliminate it for a while, for personal reasons. it was really interesting not being sloshed by the end of the night at an all-nighter SH night. i mean, i went to sleep after 8 this morning and am limping by on about 2 hours of sleep, but i feel ok. and it was great to go into the bathroom at 4 am and see that my reflection did not include a bloodshot eyes and smeary makeup. no stumbling, no falling.

i know it's not a newsflash, but alcohol really is such a way of life in this town. you start off with a quiet cocktail or three to warm up, then start advancing to bigger, louder parties where there's usually free flow for at least part of the night. on long nights we wind down with a few beers afterwards. i honestly don't know some nights how i went the whole time in 3-ish inch stilettos without breaking my face on pavement. funny how some dynamics just don't appear without liquid courage - kind of staggering to think about. people interact with each other extended on the plank that alcohol facilitates.

naptime.