living vicariously: weekend diary of a twenty-something
Friday, March 28
7:30 pm / I should be swan-diving into bed for my customary TGIF nap, but instead, I'm with some acquaintances for post-work drinks at an uptown bar that's taking it's best shot at "trendy" (read: surly hostess, pricey drinks and low back-killing banquettes). A few drinks and half a week's pay later, I'm scanning my brain and exchanging glances with Boyfriend, calculating a polite exit strategy.
9:00 pm / Boyfriend and I settle into a booth at Blockheads, a lowbrow Mexican chain that he loves for the cheap margaritas and that I love for the liberal application of cheese in the quesadillas.
11:00 pm / Next,we swing by The Auction House, a gem of a bar that's decked out in antique mirrors, dusty crystal chandeliers, and tin ceilings. A few pints of dark beer and we are ready to call it a night. After all, I have to save enough energy to climb the SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to Boyfriend's apartment. Six. Flights.














