After my friend asked me about my week, he had to pause and ask ...."Who does your schedule?"
I do and I think I might have to fire myself.
This was just this weeks nightlife agenda .
Monday Wii and Weeds night. Weeds, as in the series on Showtime that just premiered its fourth season. Its the only show I watch on T.V. In fact, I watch so little television I dont even have cable, so I go over to my friend Nikkis and barter her cable for a half-ass homemade dinner.
Tuesday Mental Bikinis night
Thursday Bobcats Draft party at Whisky River*
TONIGHT! and may I recommend you schedule yourself for some of the following .
Dinner at Luce with the HOM boys to learn about the new concept for HOM (Ill get back to you on that one) , see my girl Lauren Nguyen in the Beverly Hills Pimps&Hos fashion show at Forum, as well as the LONELY H at Snug Harbor
Saturday Bridal Shower in Raleigh, the band III's final performance at the Press Box and Uncle Sam Jam at Dixies. With Simple Plan and Simplified, its sure to be a simple night.
I figure I can sleep when Im dead .
Last night, the Bobcats Draft Party had Whisky River packed by 6 p.m.
The Bobcats players may have some trouble winning games, but the Bobcats staffers know how to throw a party. Despite the fact theres like a million game, the court is always bouncing with some form of entertainment. And then theres the Front Court, Back Court and Rock the Roof Top bars within the arena. With that said, they drafted a good party
Muggsy Bogues and Dell Curry (a product of my hometown and alma mater) were on hand, as well as the luscious looking Lady Cats and the scary looking Rufus. The Bobcats drafted Alexis Ajiuca and D.J Augustin to save the day. But I imagine there will be lots of reorganizing done to the Bobcats bench before next season. But regardless of who is on the court, the games will still be fun to go to.
Meanwhile, with EpiCentre at 5 right upstairs, it made for the perfect party that is until the perfect storm came through.
Oh, and The Lady Cats are having their own draft later this summer .
And now for some of Brittneys Random Revelations:
I am beginning to think the universe is torturing me with my disenfranchised lover. Last night, on my way up the escalator to the EpiCentre, I turned around and there he was, my Mr. Big who, on every other Thursday of the year is long since gone to some racetrack. The first thing he said to me was, Why do you look so tired? So, I just told him "Happy Birthday" (four days late).