The night started as many Annapolis nights do, with margaritas at El Torro Bravo. From there, we headed on over to The Lounge. It was to be one of Nat's last nights working there, and I want to say we consumed a bottle of bubbly and some vodka tonics before decided to visit Harry Browne's. Except, we seem to have headed in the other direction because I have bleary memories of sitting at the Tsunami bar doing shots with the staff from El Torro Bravo. Now, we have been known to socialize with plenty of bartenders and further fraternize until the point of actual friendship and most recently even to the point of blissful engagement, but all of those people spoke English. Don't get me wrong, a good time was had by all, but even in my drunken state it was a tad awkward when they kissed Kristen and me goodbye on our cheeks and said something along the lines of "Aye Mommy!"
So yeah, all that happened and some more before 2 a.m. when we decided to stumble back to my place. But what's that? A never before seen ivy patch just begging to have a photo shoot taken in it? Well, who am I to deny an Ivy patch it's destiny in life? Kristen and I stabbed our stilettos' into the brick wall housing the foliage and flung ourselves face first into that patch and began to dramatically roll around and pose in our most seductive of ways. We knew these were going to be the best shots ever. Jud was totally on board giving helpful guidance and suggestions for just the classy look we were aiming to achieve.
I could have sworn we were only involved in our shoot for a few minutes when a grouchy neighbor came out and rudely asked us to leave. We weren't even going to protest because we were sure we had got the shot anyway when an unnerving sound was heard. "Whoop, whoop!" Uh, oh. Telltale flashing lights were aimed in our direction and an officer of the law was fast approaching. (Like out of nowhere!) I slinked off the wall, pulling ivy out of my hair and Kristen and Jud ever so gracefully did the same.
"Where are you guys going tonight?"
"We weres juss leaving now, right now, Sir," Jud agreeably said.
"Juss rights around that corner. Lesh than a block away. We'llsh goes straight insides officsherrr," I assured him.
We acted very sober and good citizen-y. I don't believe Kristen said a word.
"Just go straight home." We nodded and told him to have a lovely night and said "Sir" several more times. "And go inside," he called after us! I think he may have been stifling a laugh though.
The moment we rounded the corner to my house (about 45 seconds later,) I spotted a couple of my neighbors chatting. I picked up the speed and barreled down the street (past my house) towards them, ecstatic to partake in a nice neighborly bonding session. They were definitely pleased to have their gathering grow and I even offered them to come into my place for a nice quiet beer. When they both politely declined, we busied ourselves by wrestling with a random Jack Russell Terrier.
Eventually, we made it inside. At least, we must have at some point. Things are a bit sketchy, but the next thing I remember is Jud telling Kristen it was time go. We weren't inside though. We were sipping wine out of my favorite wine glasses overlooking the water at a park at the end of my street. At 4 a.m. Good thing the officer didn't come back.
I did NOT feel well the next day. Or the next. Kristen informed me that sixty seven Ivy Patch pictures had been taken. That's right. Sixty seven. And the Night Note? Yup. Not a single sentence was legible.
Now, I'm not saying Night Notes will be retired. I will NEVER say that. But this was an all time low to be taken seriously. Nat and I have safely moved about a mile away, and I haven't consumed more than two (three max!) beverages in a sitting since. This is a calmer, subdued Julie in the making. I'll be taking more time for my artistic side in the future.