Regrets.
The bar we were at for the My Morning Jacket afterparty last night, Bazaar (next to The Fox), puts on a drag show every Wednesday night. It was downstairs and the party was upstairs but I was working as a “door-bitch” — what’s your name? I don’t see you on the list. — downstairs so had a front row seat to the drag festivities. So much fun, and me without my camera! That’s the regret.
Also, I can no longer “hang,” had 2 glasses of wine at dinner and 2 vodka gimlets at the bar and feel like ass today — hence the bitchy posts. It was worth it though.
