Red Wine + Raspberry Lemon Drop + Pineapple Martini = Winning Combination
This is the most drunk I've been in a long while. Funny that it should occur on a night out with Harry, Jimmy, and Frank. We had a great dinner at Wolfgang Puck's Vert at Hollywood & Highland. Previously, I was not a big fan of Wolfgang. Thought he was a bit of a sellout. But he really does fusion well and knows how to properly incorporate international cuisine on one menu. The fritto misto was well done. Too much cheese on my pizza. All the pastas were great. And my chocolate souffle cake was to die for. Seriously. Our menus were screwed onto a steel clipboard, and what sort of style contribution that offers, I'm not entirely sure of. After Vert we commented on how many Asian hos were milling around the area, and wondered if they were destined for the 15 and over club, 17, or The Highlands, the pretentious nightclub that is more or less the main nighttime attraction there. We ended up at Jimmy's stand-by favorite, The Room. Then at the Tiki Lounge again, but the "scene" crowd did not appeal to Harry. It's really strange to roll home as buzzed as I am and look around the room quizzically as if I don't recognize it. As if I'm at my parent's house for the first time and am surprised at how many of my belongings are strewn around. I know this is crazy -- but in my present state of mind I am convinced that I have a very intense mental connection with Dozer right now. It's as if we are on the same psychological plane. Am I insane to believe that I share an intellectual wavelength with a cat?
Well, he's not just any cat! I even told Reyna yesterday that Dozer was studying for his GMATs. Not an easy test.
He's sitting on my bed with his arms crossed, one over the other. He knows that he is much classier than I am right now.
Harry is a big ball of fun. Jimmy is reliable and a stand-up guy. Frank, well, it appears that he has a heartbeat.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:19 AM
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