Well friends, the muse has a hangover. The muse misses the days when she was a devil-may-care party girl. The muse wonders when she became such a lightweight.
I went out with my friend last night. He took my arm and twisted it and twisted it and twisted it until I imbibed three gin cocktails against my will. (And if you believe that crap then I have bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you 😆 ) We had great fun, though, and he was enough of a gentleman to walk my drunk ass to the subway, as I giggled and babbled nonsense all the way there. I might have pinched his butt, I don’t remember.
We went to a fabulous bar on 19th street which is reminiscent of the 1920s. Retro all the way, in everything from it’s art deco atmosphere to it’s elaborate drink menu. It’s not a place where you order a Bud Lite and watch a football game on the TV.
And of course I had to work today. Wanna know what it’s like to do art modeling with a hangover? I’ll tell you. It’s a grueling hell. Up on a platform, trying to hold still, is no situation to be in when your head is pounding and your vision is spinning. I’m just grateful I didn’t have an evening job booked. That would have meant a double – a hangover double. Oy vey!
Since I was at a Roaring 20s-inspired bar last night, it made me think of fun-loving flappers – the original party girls. Drinking, smoking, doing the Charleston, frolicking on the beach, dancing on tables a la Zelda Fitzgerald. Even in my prime I don’t think I could keep up. I found this fun, adorable video on YouTube. It’s not authentic. Instead, it’s two girls who created a grainy, flapper tribute, with dresses from a costume shop and freewheeling Charleston moves. I love these girls! This will make you smile. Enjoy while I go put an icepack on my head 😥