My good friend Vicky High Life was bartending at Goblin Market last night so I decided to skip 8-ball league to hang at her bar. I hadn’t had a drink since I got back from Vegas and I hadn’t seen the Vickster for almost a year, so I knew I was gonna be getting my drink on. I took the train into the city instead of driving, and I had the forethought to tell my co-workers that there was a good chance I wasn’t going to be coming into work on Friday. Tom, Mar and Kev met me at Goblin, already a couple drinks ahead of me. I started with a Junipero martini since I was curious after reading about it in Frank Bruni’s blog. It didn’t disappoint. I of course ordered up some fries too. And kept ordering them. I don’t really know how many orders of fries I had, but damn, they were as good as ever. Scanning the wine list, I found myself in the mood for champagne (what else is new, right?), so I ordered up a bottle of Pol Roger. Champagne and french fries baby, that’s how I roll.

After Mar and Kev left, Vicky’s sister showed up. I had never met her before and told Vicky that I didn’t think she really existed. I’ve never heard Vicky talk so glowingly about anyone as she does about her sis. I told her I had a mental image of her mythical sister flying down from Boston on a unicorn in a cloud of fairy dust. Well, she really does exist and she seems really sweet. I’ve never seen siblings that so genuinely love each other so much. And it’s not in a sickeningly sappy way, they just seem to share a fun and happy vibe. That’s always what I’ve loved about The High Life, she doesn’t take anything too seriously and is just so fun to be around. She’s got a smile that lights up the room too, even when she’s laughing at herself, which is actually pretty often. And with her sister around, it was like double the High Life!

I killed off the champagne and ordered a bottle of Vouvray. I was in serious drink mode by now and feeling no pain. Sis was hungry so we ordered the rack of lamb and the scallops. Both were killer, but as liquored up as I was getting, I can’t recall any of the fine details like I normally would. I don’t even recall if I made it through the whole bottle of Vouvray, but after those entrees, I wanted something sweet, so I ordered up a bottle of Hugel Gerwurztraminer. Absolutely delicious, refreshing and the perfect capper to the night.

I didn’t realize how bombed I was until I stepped outside and started walking to the train station. Wowee! Somehow I made it home, although I have to admit I can only remember bits and pieces of the journey. I remember waiting for the subway, then being on the metro north train, but not what happened in between! Don’t recall getting off metro north, but I do remember walking home from the train station. I got home, decided I wanted to take a bath and ended up soaking in the tub for over an hour just because for some reason it felt so damn good in my drunken state. Vicky texted me at some point while I was in the tub and I sent her back some rambling gibberish. As I was trying to enter the message I remember being completely amused at how hard it is to press keys with numb and shriveled fingertips. That’s the last thing I remember before waking up this morning…at 11am. As you may have guessed, I did not go into work today. Chalk that up to The High Life.