I went out with girlfriends the other night for cocktails and dancing, a sort of impromptu “sex in the city” night. Everything started well, met a girtlfriend at her work where her friend and I had a cocktail, and yes it was one of those fruity ones that they put in a martini glass (well if you’re going to get dressed up you really do want your drink to match your outfit). Then my friend offered to buy me another one of those pretty fru fru drinks, and feeling a little buzzed I gladly accepted.

After finishing my second drink we decided it was time to go to the swanky and fashionable (i.e. expensive) bar, Le Colonial, to meet the rest of our party. Instead of walking we decided to drive, but first we had to walk to the car, which was parked about 15 blocks away in a parking garage (at least it seemed 15 blocks away in the cold SF summer weather…maybe I shouldn’t have dressed so cute). When we finally reached the garage I had to pee so badly that with my friends encouragement and a lookout (not to mention two fruity cocktails) I decided to just pee right there in the parking garage!!!!

As I now look back I realize that the whole “sex in the city” facade wore off rather early in the evening.

So, we got in the car, drove to the new bar and had our car valet parked. We made our entrance, quickly going to the bar for our next fruity drink. After a little mingling, I made my way to the bar for our next cocktail “don’t worry, I’ll buy this round…I’ll just put it on my credit card” I said as I made my way. Then some dancing (which at this point was really more of swaying back and forth to keep my balance).

“Oh, sure…I’ll have another drink, thanks” I said to the gentleman I was apparently dancing with. After getting that drink I decided that my body was dealing with quite enough so I NEEDED a cigarette. I went downstairs and sat with some strangers who kindly offered me a cigarette. When I had finished smoking they handed me yet another drink and a cigar. I took two sips of my drink and kindly excused myself to throw up. As quickly as possible I made my way towards the entrance to get upstairs to the bathroom, but only made it to the potted plant at the front door….Welcome to Le Colonial!!!

Though the girls in “Sex and the City” never threw up in any potted plants, I still consider this night my “sex in the city” night because within about two minutes my friends found me and wisked me away with only the bus boy and some random stranger seeing my moment of weakness…thanks girls!!!