  Last night was my coworkers birthday so we headed out to celebrate Manhattan Style. Names on some list at some swanky club. She rented out one level and Ewan McGregor had the other. Instead of odering drinks by the glass, we got bottles.
That's the way to go. The minute my drink was a quarter empty, I'd fill it up with more Vodka, no mixer needed. I remember some dude with an eye patch-- some huge, black dude from Trinidad-- who kept telling me how beautiful I was. But I couldn't get past the eye patch. I kept telling people last night that I was a dominatrix. And they believed it because I was sporting my new black corset and I had a wicked look in my eye.
After we poured the drunk party-girl into a cab, the rest of us headed out to some European-style club (huge dance club, multilevel). The line was around the block. My friends knew people. So no waiting in line. And no paying $20 a person to get in. There we found more friends who had bottles of champagne and vodka. I danced and drank 
