I never drink. Hardly ever… maybe a glass of wine or a beer maximum! Most likely it’s because I got it all out of my system before I was 21. Thankfully, thankfully I started this blog when I became as sane as I possibly could be in life, if that’s even possible at all. OMG could you imagine?! This blog would have been called “the diaries of a hot mess.” Then I met Michael and it changed everything… for the better. Now when I do drink it doesn’t take much to get me tipsy. Ugh, I don’t know why, but I hate saying that word… “tipsy” it just sounds soo lame. No?? Ewe, anyway we came to NY to celebrate my sisters birthday and mission accomplished! We bar hopped all over Meatpacking district, then went to dinner at Catch and drank some more . Then got the craziest Indian man as a driver who blasted the best of Bollywood music as he danced the streets with his vehicle. We had fun. (barf.)- I didn’t… but someone else did. 😉 Not naming any names……… birfday girl. That’s not a name… shit, I hope it isn’t. Not like my name is any better so I can’t speak. Although, I do enjoy hearing people mispronounce my name. Ok, ciao friends! Drink responsibly. <3 E.