December 18, 2008

  • *A BLUE (WHALE) XMAS*

    Each year, my BFF Linda invites me to attend her company's posh holiday parties.  Each year the venue is grander than the one before.  Gotham Hall, Hayden Planetarium, Cipriani Ballrooom, and this year....the Blue Whale room at the Museum of Natural History on Central Park West.  Here's how the fabulocity went down...
     
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    The massive Blue Whale room in the museum's ocean life wing.  Last time I was here, it was a class trip and I was a virgin. 

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    I believe the blue whale suspended over the room is actual size.  And Linda & me...tiny little plankton.

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    The gorgeous gals & guys of The Company.  Everyone gets all dolled up for this.  In other words, no lesbian pants-suits or grandpa reindeer sweaters here.

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    Dessert hour featured an assortment of mind-blowing yummies.  I was too drunk to recall eating all these, but the fact is, I did eat all these.

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    Dessert hour was rather unnecessary because the open bar was candy enough for everyone.

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    Linda and I ran into former Project Runway contestant (2 seasons ago), Jack Mackenroth!  He was so nice and told us he's been working on things with fierce hot mess tranny herself, Christian Serriano.  Linda to Jack: "I stopped watching the show after you left."  Me to Jack: "hottest contestant ever!"  We hugged and left.  Very cool guy.

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    So yeah, the party was massive and posh.  Eventually after all was said and drunk, the dance floor got populated and the museum staff had to turn on the flood lights to get us all to leave. 

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    No joke, I must've held 8 different drinks that night....2 white wines, 2 vodka tonics, vodka cranberry, 2 shots with the girls, and when the bar ran out of vodka, a rum & coke (I sipped and ditched this grossness). 

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    There was an afterparty at some nearby bar, which we went to but left
    promptly.  I suffered drunken memory loss on my way home, and vaguely remember taking a cab from
    the Upper West Side, the Path train to NJ, and another taxi home by
    1:30am.  At my stoop, it took me 15 minutes to locate my house keys in the rain before I got inside, I popped a few Advils, vomited, slept dead, and resurrected in the
    morning wondering how the hell I made it home alive.   

Comments (7)

  • I hope hubby made you some runny scrambled eggs for breakfast.

    Seriously though - that looks like one great Christmas party. We don't get those anymore. Hot women, hot guys... hot food. Mmm...

  • Nice, we have a Blue Whale room at the museum of natural history and I believe the size is the same. The fabulocity of the people however, leaves a lot to be desired.

  • OK, I'm officially jealous!
    Fabulosity indeed.
    Though I hope that Project Runway guy didn't give you his Staph infection!! (That was so gross!)

  • @CareyGLY - 

    "so gross" HAHAHA! The poor guy was truly a hot mess that episode.

  • @jasonbasin - 

    I don't know about hot, but he was certainly a mess...a fierce tranny mess!

  • Oh dear, I haven't had a night out like that in years. Drunken nights out, fumbling for keys, taking the subway home wondering how I even got there safe and in one piece and in the right station.....I miss the good 'ole days!

  • nonetheless, i'm glad you had whatever kind of fabtastic fun there! and getting a little smashed or totally wasted should be a requirement. at least, for twice a year. i'd say once for xmas and once for the new year.

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