High Rollers

We had a night out last night. One of several we have been having the past few weekends. I have been meaning to blog about them, but time and energy slips away and I am left with blogs about poop.
Anyway, we went out with our local celebrity friends for dinner and a movie last night. I can't lie I was a tad nervous about seeing them since the last time we got together I had probably drank my child's weight in champagne, and recall some snippetts of conversations had that made me sound like a, for lack of a better word, dork. In my defense, it was Charles and Alpana's engagement party and we were feeling festive. Of course since I had more than 2 drinks in me I decided to pick up the most random person in the room. In this case it was this morose writer chick who is secretly not that angry despite how she comes off.
We actually had a lovely time, and I really did like her. Mostly because I defied her prejudgement of me. I am still adjusting to being under 30 and listing "stay at home mom" as my occupation in small talk interviews. I think it is because my answers is almost always followed up with a "that is it" from some. I digress. Before the cake was cut and the champagne really started flowing I could tell that this girl wanted nothing to do with me. I was dressed in bright colors, I am not a writer, and I am overtake she rejects about womanhood- all this made me more determined to be best friends with her. She kept ignoring my conversation starters, then she realized that she couldn't anymore, I am just that damn persistent (and charming).
It was actually my ability to talk shit about someone who is no more than 3 feet away from me that won her over. We had found a common frienemy that secured our bond. I feel bad for the frienemy because the night must have been really hard for her. Poor thing was watching the man she has had a crush on for years profess his love for someone infinitely more fabulous and interesting than she will ever be. (Shut up Charles, you know I am right) This poor girl wandered around this party trying to prove her status as "alpha friend" to Charles and was continually shot down. The only comfort she had was her longtime (like 9 years or something) boyfriend who still hasn't decided if he wants to marry her or not yet. (Hint: if he hasn't mentioned it by now, I wouldn't be holding your breath at this point).
Anyway, I was skittish about last night because I remember telling Alpana that one of the best compliments I have ever received by someone was that I reminded them of her. Sure I am not "brown", and I don't have my own TV show, or a really cool job, but other than that, we are totally the same person (oh, alright, I am fooling myself, but a girl can hope).So I didn't know if she was going to be like "I can't believe we have to hang out with this freakshow again" or what. (She probably was, but hey, I have that effect on people).
Anyway, we all meet up for dinner with her and Chach, and her brother from California, Sonny. We had a lovely meal (I don't think you get anything less when you are rolling with Chicago culinary elite), and Tim and Sonny totally hit it off (Which always makes me happy because he can be such a social retard) (Tim, not Sonny). We followed our meal with some creepy fortunes from Thai fortune cookies (ex: Someday you will realize how futile your life really is.)(Um what, was that really a fortune?! Yes, and it was Tim's which makes it even better) and a viewing of Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. OMG! SO funny! Alpana came up with this great parallel to the protagonist, Ricky Bobby, and your president George W., which cracked me up. If you want the whole deal let me know...
So where do 5 people go after such an evening. Home to bed? That is for the weak and middle aged, we instead went to a night club.
Alpana wanted to give Sonny the true Chi-Town experience on his Make A Wish weekend(no he is not really a kid with Cancer, they just filled every second of his time with fantastic events like Cubs games and the 95th floor, and what not) so we ended up in this dark, bumping night club atop the lovely Sushi Samba. Now I had been to Sushi Samba before, but it was a blur (as were my days of living in the city). The night club made me laugh. Here I am in Birkenstocks and mom jeans amongst these babes who haven't eaten in 2 weeks and spent 3 hours getting ready to go into this club. Of course Alpana knows the manager and it is funny to see people trip all over themselves to make her happy. I kept asking her if it ever gets annoying, but I see her point that it is too much work to ask them to stop. Her brother was in heaven, there were all these hotties (like this girl that Charles used to have a crush on)all over the place and it was cool. The bathroom attendant who washes your hands for you is a bit unnerving, but hey, we all gotta work.
There were a few more surreal moments throughout the evening, but since this is the world's longest blog entry I will save them for later.
Bottom line, we love being tag alongs for anyone's Make A Wish weekend, so let us know if you ever have something fun to do and want random party crashers to come along.
No, really the bottom line is that Tim and I actually did something interesting on a night out other than going to an outdoor wedding for people we are trying to vote off the island on the hottest day of the year and drinking beer with Tim's hockey team in a shitty bar.