i heart cater-waiters

katie's party was a huge success.

there was a nice mixed group. smattering of magazine editors,
sprinkling of pretty actors, some fashionistas.

nigel barker is definitely stalking me as he's now shown up and 4
different parties that i've also been at and none of them had
overlapping sponsors/hosts etc. also, he's still one of the most
beautiful men i've ever seen in my entire life.

the food? fab. mini grilled cheese sandwiches that came with an
espresso cup of tomato soup (i'm getting sick to my stomach thinking
about how many of them i ate), little beef tartare on parmesan crisps
served with shot glasses of coors light. wee BLTs, mini burgers
(quarter sized with poppyseed buns and lettuce, tomato, pickles...it
was literally the smallest burger with the works i'd ever seen) that
also came with teeny cones that had about 5 fries each, eensy hot dogs
with mustard, salmon and caviar on pumpernickel that were cut in the
shape of little piggies, coleslaw on cucumber rounds. dessert, baby
ice cream sandwiches, little cupcakes and cotton candy! i haven't had
cotton candy in some 10 years and it was AMAZING.

we all got too drunk for our own good. the gays took of and julie and
i waited for katie so we could head to another bar. we watched all the
pretty cater waiters cleaning up and then started shamelessly flirting
with them. julie would yell, "hey! you! come here!" and force them to
chat with us. a lot of aussies and all of them just generally
gorgeous. my favorite was one who drove in from philly for the event.
it sounded crazy but he assured me it was worth the money. they kept
bringing over unfinished bottles of wine and left about half a dozen
there for julie and i to try to finish off. lets just say we did a
better job of that than is healthy. we headed to another bar and
things start to get hazy.

i remember getting into a cab. i remember julie begging me to stay at
her house. i remember thinking it was a bad idea but that, at least, i
did have a spare change of clothes to wear to work. julie has just
adopted a teeny kitten and i'm totally allergic to cats but she
wouldn't take no for an answer. though my allergies didn't kick up
much, that kitten kicked my ass. the thing didn't sleep. just ran
around all night. jumping on the bed and lying on my neck or putting
her whiskers up my nose or pawing my face so i would wake up and play
with her (julie said she once woke up with kitty's whole head in her
mouth). and julie, who hasn't slept more than 2 hours a night since
she picked her up last week, was also awake and couldn't stop talking
about how annoying kitty was and yelling at kitty to shut up or
patting the bed and yelling, "come here stinky" which, clearly, didn't
work once though she tried about 100 times.

so i got about 15 minutes of sleep last night. not ideal. but thank
god the gap near my office opened at 9 so i could run in to buy clean
underwear (these cute navy and white striped things with a little
ruffle!). it sounds hellish but it was pretty funny. mostly because i
was too drunk to stress out about how tired i was and the more i think
about it the more i laugh to myself about how ridiculous it all was.
it was still an amazing night anyhow. but at least now i know not to
do any more sleepovers at julie's house.