Dinner with Dustin Hoffman
3 Comments Published by katitude on Saturday, April 01, 2006 at 4:47 p.m..
I shit you not.
I love birthdays. I love birthdays spent with my friends. I love birthdays spent with my friends that involve large amounts of laughter and alcohol.
The details of the night are blissfully fuzzy. I remember dinner with Dustin at Cafe Nervosa (ok, ok, not with him per se, but he was about 5 feet away. It still counts.), then off to the Rooftop Bar of the Park Hyatt for Joe's awesome martinis. If you are ever in TO, you need to go there. Joe rocks!
I think that's where the drunk dialing/dial-a-shots started. Since AlCantHang gave me my first dial-a-shot, he got the first call. After that it again gets all fuzzy. I don't remember how we got there, but we did end the night with beer at Hemingways. More dial-a-shots and drunk dialing ensued. Questions of deep significance were posed to perfect strangers, ie: "If an attractive woman walked up to you and kissed you out of the blue, what would you do?" or "Kat needs to get a birthday present for herself: should she get poker software, an iPod or a new tattoo?" or "Do you in fact eat the red ones last?" (for the folks south of the border, it relates to a Canadian candy). Dammit, I wish I could remember the responses to any of these.
I barely remember getting home, and yes I did think that playing poker at 3:30 am might be fun. However after trying to type chat to SirF I realized that perhaps my judgment might be slightly impaired, too much so for winning poker. Is this the wisdom thingy that they keep saying comes with age?
And now I've napped and am ready to for Birthday Fun Part Two - poker and martinis at Taylor and Tawny's.
God, I love birthdays.
I love birthdays. I love birthdays spent with my friends. I love birthdays spent with my friends that involve large amounts of laughter and alcohol.
The details of the night are blissfully fuzzy. I remember dinner with Dustin at Cafe Nervosa (ok, ok, not with him per se, but he was about 5 feet away. It still counts.), then off to the Rooftop Bar of the Park Hyatt for Joe's awesome martinis. If you are ever in TO, you need to go there. Joe rocks!
I think that's where the drunk dialing/dial-a-shots started. Since AlCantHang gave me my first dial-a-shot, he got the first call. After that it again gets all fuzzy. I don't remember how we got there, but we did end the night with beer at Hemingways. More dial-a-shots and drunk dialing ensued. Questions of deep significance were posed to perfect strangers, ie: "If an attractive woman walked up to you and kissed you out of the blue, what would you do?" or "Kat needs to get a birthday present for herself: should she get poker software, an iPod or a new tattoo?" or "Do you in fact eat the red ones last?" (for the folks south of the border, it relates to a Canadian candy). Dammit, I wish I could remember the responses to any of these.
I barely remember getting home, and yes I did think that playing poker at 3:30 am might be fun. However after trying to type chat to SirF I realized that perhaps my judgment might be slightly impaired, too much so for winning poker. Is this the wisdom thingy that they keep saying comes with age?
And now I've napped and am ready to for Birthday Fun Part Two - poker and martinis at Taylor and Tawny's.
God, I love birthdays.
"Do you eat the red one first".. I thought it related to ménage à trois. Who knew.. Happy Birthday!
I should've known that Waffles would put it in a whole new context, lol!
Wikipedia has the whole song...
When you eat your Smarties,
Do you eat the red ones last?
Do you suck them very slowly,
Or crunch them very fast?
Eat that candy-coated chocolate,
But tell me when I ask,
When you eat your Smarties,
Do you eat the red ones last?
wow I thought Smarties were an australian candy only. Good to hear someone else in the world eats them.
We don't have such a catchy jingle for smarties here. I think the current slogan is "smarties are fun!".
My answer to your important questions for strangers are grope and tattoo, respectively.