OK... well...
Obviously much alcohol involved...
Was the first time I went to the SkyBar about 4 years ago. Me and a bunch of friends, mostly couples and solo me. So after many $10 screwdrivers, I'm feeling no pain... next thing I know, I'm making out with the bouncer, Stu, who is all set to take me home. My friends are flipping out, I can't understand why...so I hoist myself up on the bar and Stu is trying to calm my friends down...well, next thing I know there are like 5 guys at my feet and we're all singing. My friend and Stu start shouting at each other, at which point I told all the guys singing along with me to shut up and I leaned in and YELLED at my friend "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself, and besides, you know I've got condoms in my nightstand!" OK. Good thing I was so drunk, as I was not embarrassed at yelling this in L.A. most chi chi bar. So my friend gets mad, is like, FINE, suit yourself and she and her husband leave. One thing leads to another, I dump Stu--I mean he was working and I wanted to leave now, so--next thing I know I'm speeding down Sunset in a convertible Porsche with a 21 year old guy who looks alarmingly like Scott Wolf...who I then had to push out of my apartment, because by that time, I was coming to my senses... The next day, so hungover I am swearing off drinking forever (again) and I have to be in Vegas by 6pm for a family event...I'm driving to Vegas and alternately groaning and laughing as I remember the previous evening with my friends who keep calling on my cell phone impersonating my singing and my impassioned condom speech.
So--flsh forward to about 6 months ago. I am at the SkyBar with some girlfriends and Stu is working--hadn't really seen him in all the times I'd been there inbetween--and he's totally all over me, but doesn't remember of course and my friends and I are just cracking up.
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