June 4, 2011 § 1 Comment
It started out innocently enough. I went for a nice run through Central Park while Christina finished up some work on Friday. She decided that once I got back she was going to call it quits for the day and we would go have lunch at Chelsea Market. Once we got there, we wandered around a bit and settled on a little cafe called Friedman’s. Christina had eaten there before with friends and knew the food was good.
We ordered some sandwiches, which may have honestly been the BEST sandwiches I’ve ever had.
Unfortunately, we also ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
Any RHONY fan knows that Ramona Singer loves Pinot Grigio. Ramona Singer also acts like a raving lunatic. If you weren’t sure there was a correlation, let me assure you, there is.
After we finished eating and drinking the entire bottle of wine, I got up to use the ladies room. I got out of my seat and immediately slipped and fell right onto the floor! I was weebit drunk so I let out a little yelp because I was so surprised. It happened so fast! One second I was getting up from my chair, the next I was on the ground. I was dying of embarrassment. I ran to the ladies room then texted my sister and told her to pay the bill because I was literally going to bolt out of the restaurant.
I have a pretty good sense of humor and will be the first to laugh at myself in situations like this. I think it’s part of being klutzy. We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping (not a good idea drunk, sorry Dad) and laughing about what an idiot I was. It was a great time. We decided to pop into Christina’s usual nail salon for a quick manicure + pedicure.
While we were at the drying station, talking about our plans for the evening, Christina all of a sudden looks at me and says “Umm I don’t feel so good” and proceeds to pass out in my arms. It was kind of scary, but I knew it was just a mixture of dehydration from all the wine at lunch, the stuffy nail salon, and the fact that it was pretty hot outside. I yelled for some water and a cold towel, and the next thing I knew, the nail techs had my sister on the ground covered in cold towels. She came to pretty quick and got a free massage out of it. Literally everyone was freaking out and hovering over her, yelling to call an ambulance. I knew she was fine, so I was just laughing about all of the events of the day.
We decided a few things on our walk back to her apartment.
- 1. Friedman’s is ruined and there’s no going back
- 2. She needs a new nail salon.
- 3. No more Pinot Grigio at lunch!