NonSociety – Live Differently. Julia Allison Internet Enthusiast

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Mar 14, 10 10:47am
My Sunday morning began at 8 am (really 7 am, thanks daylight savings!) - when I dragged myself out of bed to get camera ready for an entertainment seg over at MSNBC.  I had crashed around 4:30 am, so let me tell you, that wasn’t a pleasant wake up call.
I’m so rarely in town that on the weekends I don’t tend to do the usual “Saturday night” … um … partying?  I don’t know quite what to call it, even.  Going out?  Whatever.  I’m old and lame.  I don’t know these terms.  ;)
In any case, last night Mr. Prom King and his entire family were at a formal wedding at [a very fancy New York hotel], so I scheduled dinner with a friend at Galanga on 6th Ave & West 4th (which I now highly recommend for fast - seriously, ridiculously fast - delicious Thai food).  Afterwards, we went to a house party (well, an apartment party - this IS Manhattan.), and then … to a BAR.  You know I frequent bars as rarely as possible, as I find the noise makes it difficult to engage in my favorite activity: talking.  ;)  (Although I’m a vocal proponent of public dancing, bar dancing isn’t really my favorite, either.  Probably because their music doesn’t tend to be … well … good.  Suffice it to say, I don’t love bars.)
So I’m there at this bar with a group of people on a Saturday night, thinking I’m way too old to be doing such a thing, and Prom King calls to see if I’d like to stop by the very tail end of the wedding to say hello to his ridiculously adorable family.  I did indeed, cabbing it uptown in the rain.  After many tuxedo-clad greetings, I looked at my iPhone (essentially, my watch) and found it was inexplicably 3:57 am.  WTF?!!
Oh yeah.  Daylight stealing.
And that, my friends, was my night.  I have no idea why I felt compelled to share this with you.  It was - frankly - more interesting in reality (and in my head), and I don’t have the patience to edit it in a more enticing or exciting manner.
I hope you too enjoyed your Saturday night of red wine and one less hour of partying, and your Sunday morning full of coffee & papers & dogs.
:)

My Sunday morning began at 8 am (really 7 am, thanks daylight savings!) - when I dragged myself out of bed to get camera ready for an entertainment seg over at MSNBC.  I had crashed around 4:30 am, so let me tell you, that wasn’t a pleasant wake up call.

I’m so rarely in town that on the weekends I don’t tend to do the usual “Saturday night” … um … partying?  I don’t know quite what to call it, even.  Going out?  Whatever.  I’m old and lame.  I don’t know these terms.  ;)

In any case, last night Mr. Prom King and his entire family were at a formal wedding at [a very fancy New York hotel], so I scheduled dinner with a friend at Galanga on 6th Ave & West 4th (which I now highly recommend for fast - seriously, ridiculously fast - delicious Thai food).  Afterwards, we went to a house party (well, an apartment party - this IS Manhattan.), and then … to a BAR.  You know I frequent bars as rarely as possible, as I find the noise makes it difficult to engage in my favorite activity: talking.  ;)  (Although I’m a vocal proponent of public dancing, bar dancing isn’t really my favorite, either.  Probably because their music doesn’t tend to be … well … good.  Suffice it to say, I don’t love bars.)

So I’m there at this bar with a group of people on a Saturday night, thinking I’m way too old to be doing such a thing, and Prom King calls to see if I’d like to stop by the very tail end of the wedding to say hello to his ridiculously adorable family.  I did indeed, cabbing it uptown in the rain.  After many tuxedo-clad greetings, I looked at my iPhone (essentially, my watch) and found it was inexplicably 3:57 am.  WTF?!!

Oh yeah.  Daylight stealing.

And that, my friends, was my night.  I have no idea why I felt compelled to share this with you.  It was - frankly - more interesting in reality (and in my head), and I don’t have the patience to edit it in a more enticing or exciting manner.

I hope you too enjoyed your Saturday night of red wine and one less hour of partying, and your Sunday morning full of coffee & papers & dogs.

:)