April 2, 2007

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  so i turned 23 last week, which turned out to be a lot bigger deal than i thought. at some point in the week that Craig David song Seven Days (remember from high school??) definitely came to mind:

   

  I met this girl on Monday (nothing happened. the lull before the storm)
  

  
  took her for a drink on Tuesday:
  

  birthday dinner at Blue Ribbon Cafe with le fabulous roommates...

  
  

  

  
  we were making love by Wednesday:

  (ok, not really, but i did have team dinner at buddakan where the food was orgasmically good. who needs men when one has food?):

  

  6 glasses and a fantastic meal later, it was my boss's bright idea to head over to the rooftop at gansevoort, where at midnight we toasted to my big 2-3 over ridiculously strong cocktails. he insisted on buying me "something green" (why green? i don't know. maybe it's because i've told him he looks like kermit the frog before). turned out to be an apple martini i didn't need.

  at this point the collective team IQ was probably lingering around 12, and with the two additional cocktails we did the stupidest thing possible at that point, which was a foray to Cain. i suppose figuratively speaking, i lost my "meatpacking virginity."

  

  
  and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday....

  The following morning a classic email from the boss:

  9:46am
  From: GSar
  To: ETag, JLi, TDeGv
  
  Hi guys - where are you? I'm at the client site waiting for you in the team room.
  -G

  and hence i heralded by 23rd year of life by a mad shameful scramble to get to the office while the other associates did the same. simple calculations reveal something like 46 drinks for the 5 of us (i exaggerate not), leading to massive hangovers and reverse productivity ameliorated only by the fact that they were decidedly company-sanctioned. in celebration of our matching headaches for lunch my boss took us to an amazing turkish brasserie called pera. goat cheese does actually do wonders for the young and the inebriated...

   

  then, the requisite going-out-and-party-til-you-drop cuz...i'm a shorty and it was my birthday...a drink at barna (where we saw last season's Bachelor!)

  

  and then, the second night in a row i ended up at cain...but this time with company i could actually let loose with...

  

  Friday: coworkers decided that karaoke was the way to go. after spending an irritated morning shopping for the perfect dress that simply does not exist, i joined sm at pho with a bunch of future physicians and the headed to toto. at 4am we were...where else? still at kunjip. and i didn't even need to be drunk.

  Saturday...the big day. A fancy schamcy dining ordeal at Boulud's romantico Daniel was in order since the boy was in town anyway...

   

  

  service was so good they even brought out a chair for my handbag...geez!

   

  
  

   

  and then where was the party at? Ludo lounge...thank you everyone who showed up! what a grand finale!

   

  

  the sponsor and me...

  

  mini high school reunion...!!

  

  cheers to get things a-rollin...

   

  

  that by no means means i stopped drinking...sherry caught me, obviously... 

  

  me: schonmei why do you look so pissed?
  schonmei: hon, i just look like that.

  

  yayy hot roomies!
  mer: i look contorted.

  

  dude, i love this pic 

  

  sherry: dj kept on hogging the camera

   

  yeah see there he is again

  

  alex gettin jiggy with it

  

  i wonder what they're laughing about...

  

  oh harvard how i miss thee...(berch is the token white guy here...and he's not even white...)

  

  

  so much love from the boys on 44th st...

   

  

  mer loves me...

  

  but ben wanted me back!

   

  we chilled on Sunday...

  (craig david knows...i most DEFINITELY needed it!!!)

   

   

   

  thank you EVERYONE for making my 23rd a true-to-life over-the-top blast...

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  <3

  pax et caritas

   

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