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Saturday Night-Stalking, Cocktails, Robert?

So, we did our ‘spa’ thing for hours on Sat. then shopped. My phone died so I wasn’t able to check my celeb crap all day. ¬†Killed me ūüėČ But, I was pretty sure that Mr. Pattinson was already gone so it was tolerable. ¬†AND, not being able to be reached by the Cling-Ons that I gave birth to was a major bonus. ¬†Anyway, ended up back at the Not Soho and used my new $12 sketchy-bought-from-street-vendor charger. ¬†Checked out radaronline (one of the 72 places I go for up-to-the-minute gossip) and I find out RPATTZ is STILL IN NYC. ¬†Holy crap! ¬†Time for scheming! LOL

We decide on Thai food (lower east side – called Sea I think??)…Not happy w/my outfit sadly. Grey mini dress (cute – Michael Stars bought thru RueLaLa — Bargain baby!) with tights and black shooties (shoe/booties)…it just wasn’t quite right…you know those times when you have things that are fine individually but just won’t work all together?…and since i was so frugal while shopping I had no other options…grumble…hair marginal…face flushed from saunas…eyes bloodshot from last night’s alcohol consumption and lack of sleep. I threw back THREE champagne cocktails (called Strawberry Mojos b/c of the yummy strawberry puree in them!) while dissecting my entree. Over dindin we discussed our potential destinations…I read that RPattz was possibly staying at the Bowery Hotel. They have a fun ‘lounge’ there so we decided to check it out after dinner. ¬†Tried to come up with a code word in case we spotted him. ¬†OHMYGODITSROBERTPATTINSON was really just not going to work, kwim? ¬†Ash and Robin were coming up with terrible code words like ‘Sparkle’ and ‘Vampire’…jesus, may as well just say OHMYGODITSROBERTPATTINSON, kwim?

So, the Bowery Hotel…so cool. ¬†Very cozy, shabby-chic…but British and hunt country too…make any sense? We walked right in…which, from what I have since read, is unusual b/c there are parts of it that are ‘hotel guests only’. Settle in for cocktails in the back bar area. Had my first of THREE champagnes. Only $22/glass, not bad right?! haha ¬†Welcome to Manhattan, bitches!! ¬†Sat in a comfy couch w/the girls and chilled. A Seth Green-looking guy came over to chat us up. ¬†So cute and funny. He was drinking an absinthe cocktail and a coke and carried a Glen-something bottle of scotch. Set for the night, right? He seemed to like Ash and bonded w/her with the acting thing. ¬†But, we dismissed him quickly…not there for the Seth Greens of the world, kwim? After about an hour, we realized my man wasn’t there. ¬†Moved on to the next spot.

The B Bar…right across the street. ¬†Hung out and had a yummy sangria. ¬†Amazingly I was still able to stand up at this point. Moved onto a latte tho…Ash & Robin ordered triple espressos…with butter? ¬†Seriously, the coffee came w/butter. Bartender thought it was white chocolate but she was very very wrong! lol ¬†Quick comment on the bathroom there (after god-knows-how-many-drinks I was in there a number of times!)…it had an Attendant. I HATE that. I am fully capable of getting my own soap…and turning the water on…and getting a paper towel. ¬†And, I don’t want to have to tip someone in the bathroom. ¬†Do not want to linger in there..fumbling w/dollar bills, etc. It’s just uncomfortable. ¬†And, you also don’t want to be the bitch who doesn’t tip…it’s just bad all around.

So, at this point, Robin and I decide we really liked the Bowery Hotel bar and want to go back. Ash thought it was pretentious. (for the record, it sort of was, but I liked it!) My lovely niece thinks going to a drag queen bar would be better. WTF??? Don’t get me wrong, I love drag queens. I have been to the Drag Queen races in DC. Sometimes, with a bad eyebrow dye job, I even LOOK like a drag queen. I am down with them. We manage to veto her (2 against 1 but she is a fiesty domineering bitch sometimes! lol and so so not kidding)…

Cue me semi-stumbling in the street and laughing and talking loudly about Rob. ¬†Like, what would I do if I saw him? What would I say? Would I say anything? What if he really looks like a 23 year old baby? ¬†Like, what if I see him and POOF my panties fly off? ¬†What if I trip and fall and my tongue accidentally goes done his throat? ¬† Don’t recall much more…other than me yelling the word VAGINA and cackling. ¬†Repeatedly.

(have decided to make this into 2 posts b/c it’s gotten impossibly long!)

Sorry!  See Part II in a bit, okay????