Dammit… just got back from lunch, pulled up my favorite blogger/MILF’s blog, and found that she was looking for someone to go to lunch with. Shoulda e-mailed her, but, too late now. I had the Singapore Fried Rice from China Restaurant on Jefferson again.
My favorite blogger/MILF wrote about a topic of great interest today… she says it’s freezing in her office today, and she’s wearing a bra without much padding. “Yeah the boobs were on high alert,” she wrote. If she keeps writing quality stuff like this, I may vote her her as best blogger next year in the Flyer’s poll. A word of advice to her: PICTURES would definitely help make great posts like today’s even better.
So, I went to the Flyer’s party last night and it was AMAZING. The event was catered by many of the winners in the Best Restaurant categories and was absolutely out of this world. One of the biggest hits food-wise was the fried pickles from two-time Reader’s Choice winner for Best Restaurant, Big Foot Lodge. And the beer on tap: Stella Artois and Blue Moon! Oh and Coors Light, but who in their right mind would pick Coors Light over Stella and Blue Moon? I guess they had to have a keg of Coors Light to keep the party guests who live in Cordova, Germantown, and Collierville happy.
I was unsuccessful in using my blog to get a date for this year’s party though… ended up going with my friend Mikey. Oh well, if I didn’t get to enjoy the company of a hot babe this year, at least I got to enjoy the company of one of my good friends. Found out that Saturday night’s incident at the Westin – where 200 people on the Gibson rooftop watched a couple having sex in one of the Westin’s rooms – not only made the news on Karson & Kennedy’s radio show, but also Michael Donahue’s society column in the CA as well. Man oh man… bet those people will never show their faces in Memphis again.
Got another VIP party to go to tonight… can’t reveal where, because it needs to be kept a secret, but I will say that dancing will be involved, and that I’ll be consuming a very famous signature drink at a location somewhere Downtown. I RSVP’d for myself and a guest, so I guess I have about six hours to find myself a date. I’m not bringing Mikey again. If any hot babes are reading this and want to go to the most awesome party happening in the city tonight, shoot me an e-mail.
You know, I just realized why I’m never able to find dates: I hang out in a bar almost every day of the week whose clientele tends to be about 80% guys. Yeah, that could be part of the problem. Not that it will stop me from heading up there to get a beer as soon as I publish this post.
Speaking of that bar: After the Flyer party last night, I hit the Saucer about 10:30 and it looks like they’re finally sticking to their guns about keeping the inner room nonsmoking. The air in there was clear, and if anyone did manage to sneak a smoke in the inner room, they didn’t appear to be doing it with management’s blessing. Good for the Saucer.
I also got an e-mail from the management of the Majestic, assuring me that their smoking policy will be followed to the letter (it’s now all nonsmoking except the patio), so I’ll be able to enjoy my Sunday brunch there without breathing nasty, filthy smoke.
Coming tomorrow:
– Pictures of the party I’m attending tonight
– A tribute to a sensationally bad waitress (already have this one typed – it’s one of the longest rants I’ve done in a while)
– I’m sure that I’ll probably have something to say about the election
– Since the Saucer is playing by the rules regarding smoking, I’ll have more information about the Blessing of the Kegs, to happen tomorrow during Happy Hour.
Time for a beer!