The Reluctant Receptionist

phong and i have been going out like crazy lately, and it’s proven two things to me:

1. i am, in fact, still a poor person even though i think i can party like the evil lovechild of britney spears circa two years ago and lindsay lohan circa now;
2. i am no longer 22 years old, which means that i can no longer go out and party until 1 o’clock in the morning and still get through a workday unscathed. i don’t know if i could ever really do that, but it’s definitely a little more painful at ahem 29.

it’s totally been worth it, though, because we’ve had a rocker of a weekend and week, sort of partying like there’s no tomorrow since holy week hell starts tonight. that’s right, ladies and germs, it’s holy week. rehearsal, maundy thursday, good friday, and easter morning will all take place between now and sunday morning. luckily, unlike all those poor episcopalian souls, we don’t have an easter vigil service. (for those of you who don’t know, easter vigil means you go and sing a 3 hour service until like midnight and then you have to be at church at 9 o’clock the next morning. some churches even have a feast after the vigil, which means you’re at church til like 2 a.m. no thanks!) also luckily, cory is having us over for easter brunch after the service, which last year turned into easter all-day-drinking-and-eating-fest, much like thanksgiving part two.

so about the rocker of our weekend: we went out for my birthday saturday, which was a riot. the greatest group of people came out, and they represented my most favorite people in new york city. they were all from different groups and some had never met each other, and it made me feel really warm and fuzzy to know that they were all meeting and hanging out. everyone should get a chance to collect all their friends in one place just so that they can look around and realize for a few minutes how lucky they actually are.

sunday night, we went to bingo at the toolbox, where we stayed out WAY too late but also each won (phong, in fact, won twice). we’ve also been there enough finally that the mean lesbian named barbara has warmed up to us and was giving phong pointers on bingo. we are in like flint. flynn? in like flynn? whatever.

monday night was musical mondays at splash, which i thoroughly enjoyed for about an hour and then i completely lost my hearing because it was louder than a rock concert and the queen behind me kept doing all this choreography (not the actual choreography he was watching on screen, mind you, which might have been impressive, but choreography he made up that looked like the dancing beyonce refused to do for her “irreplaceable” video.) and bumping into me. but still, we got to see austin and josh and sing along to best little whorehouse in texas.

last night we got on the list for a foot fetish party that austin’s friend hosts at the eagle. now say what you will, but i love the eagle. it’s got cheap(ish), really cold beer, friendly bartenders, and the best music in nyc. no, we’re not foot fetishists, but i’m open-minded and can appreciate peoples’ kinks. oh, also? it meant free foot massages. phong was concerned that we were using peoples’ fetishes for personal gain, but i reminded him that we were actually performing a service. right? right.