There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.
On Sunday, I went to a "blogger brunch" with a couple of new friends and a solid group of old ones. Ashley in DC threw a fantastic hoolpa over at Urbana in DC. Champagne was flowing, I may or may not have been carousing like a champion, and my abs were sore from laughing. Although the brunch was fantastic, it wasn't until almost everyone left and just a few of us were left over, that the real fun began. After some incredibly inappropriate chatting, Meaghan, Alissa, Ashlyn and I, ventured into Eastern Market. Side note: comical cab ride of the century. I apologize to the people of DC who were exercising that I yelled profanities at - you can be Lance Armstrong if you want. After shopping around and semi getting Alissa a date with a possibly homeless bracelet haggler (you're welcome), I made a fatal mistake of straying from the pack and using the restroom. This resulted in me flailing around eastern market for 20 minutes, lost. Not to mention that my phone had died and I was stranded. Which also explains these tweets I received after returning to my apartment.