Pump and Dump

So Friday night, Pale Ale (PA for short), Pookie, Mrs. Mike and I had ourselves a girl's night.

Mrs. Mike hadn't had a crazy drinking night since she got pregnant with Beatle 14 months ago - she was long overdue for one. The official name of the evening was Pump and Dump. I didn't know that even if you don't give your kid your breast milk you have to pump it out. Apparently you explode. OUCH!

I left work at 2pm on Friday to go to a last minute doctor's appointment (I have a UTI) and my boss told me to just work from home the rest of the day. Since I work all the time nowadays, this sounded good to me, so after my appointment, I came home, did some work and got ready to meet the girls at Pookie's house. Well, that was the plan... we were all supposed to meet at Pookie's at 6:00, but we didn't actually get to JCT Bar until 7:00ish where we met Mrs. Mike and our friend R. I'd been to JCT Bar back when it was Commune and I always thought it was a really cool, industrial yet comfortable space, but JCT did a really good job when they took over.

We had some really nice drinks like The Little Havana (strawberry puree, rum and... well...lots of rum), The Back Porch (which is basically a vodka/lemonade + thyme syrup YUM!) and some really crisp white wine. Pale Ale had a Dale's out of the can - don't worry, we gave her a hard time about it. That's her style and I like that she doesn't compromise it for anyone. Good for her!

After JCT we headed back to Pookie's house where we caught a cab to Loca Luna. The new Loca is in Amsterdam Walk and it's nice, but I loved Loca when it was in Midtown. I didn't really see anyone dancing and it wasn't like it was early. Loca used to be packed summer weekends, with tons of people trying to dance. Not so much at Amsterdam. Still fun though. We ate, had two pitchers of Sangria...hung out at the bar and drank some more... actually this is when Pookie had a full high ball glass of Jaeger and ice. I think that was probably the turning point of the evening.

We got into a cab again and headed to Midtown for fun at Ri Ra, the new Irish pub in Midtown. Apparently there are tons of these around the country, but I'd never seen one and neither had the ladies, so we went in and explored. Oh! We managed to see Yones and his roomate walking down the street while we were in the cab so I yell out at him at the top of my lungs. Being oblivious, he waves but you can tell he doesn't know what he's waving at so I yell YOLA TIMES and it finally clicks. I should also mention that each time we got into a cab we tried to learn the driver's language. I learned a bit of Nigerian but...sigh... I've lost it already. Something about drinking and memory.

Ri Ra is a huge space, but not exactly suitable for a girl's night. Lots of t-shirts, shorts and flip flops. There were drinks here, but we decided very quickly we wouldn't be staying long. That's when we decide to head to Cosmo/Lava.

Cosmo/Lava is two bars in one house. Cosmo(politan) is the "sophisticated martini bar" (uh-huh) and Lava is the "clubbier" lounge experience. Both are cheesy fun. There was a $5 cover but all you really need to do in this place is show some cleavage and you're in. This is also the place my camera came out full force. It was nice to act the fool and be stupid. I think we may have left here around 1:30 to head home. We were all pretty drunk. In fact, I was drunk texting with one of my cooler coworkers at that point...so yeah...definitely time to go. We got back and ordered pizza which only 3 of us ate. Pookie started breathing kinda heavy and had to go up to bed (musta been the Jaeger!).

We all somehow managed to wake up fairly early as we all had plans for fun days ahead, but we all looked pretty rough the next morning I'm sure.

This post is dedicated to RSH and JEF. Thanks for reading, guys!