That's it. My stay-awake-until-2-a.m. plan last night has caught up with me. I'm dreadfully tired, and want to lie down on the floor under my desk, dammit.
But I feel so happy! What is that all about, hm?
Sounds like the co-worker and I will be hitting The Velvet Dog tomorrow night. I've taken him all over the place, but he's never seen that place. We've been to The Faloon and Tom Fooleries on the Plaza. Then we've gone to Harry's and Harpo's in Westport. When my twin was in town for our birthday earlier this year, we went to Fred P. Ott's in O.P. to start our evening off, and wound up at my place, drinking far too much for our own good, really. It was fun!
Since last night was somewhat domestic, and all, we're definitely going to go out for a bit tomorrow. I haven't been to the Velvet Dog in a long time...I hope it's a good night for the porch!
And tonight? Tonight I will be lucky if I don't die while on the treadmill before I can crawl into bed as early as possible. Gawd, that sounds lovely right now! Bed! I want you! I neeeeed you...don't make me beg, really. Oh, Ok...if you say so. PLEASE! Please let me lie in you for just 20 minutes...I promise to make it worth your while. I'd give anything for the floor in my office to turn into a TempurPedic mattress right now...