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January 02, 2005

you gotta know when to fold 'em

...I'm at the upstairs bar at The Bunny's New Years Eve festivities, and I'm on my second glass of water. I pause at the bar to ponder my alcoholic beverage possibilities. Will, the bartender and upstairs apartment occupant, eyes me warily (yet kindly) and asks me what I'm thinking. I reply, "well, I'm not sure - perhaps some wine..." and he says, "have another glass of water and then I'll let you have a glass of wine."

Fortunately, I'm a complacent drunk and agreed readily with Will's good sense. Like Kenny says, ya gotta "know when to walk away, and know when to run." I blushed and stepped away gingerly.

The wisdom of the water concept became crystal clear as I looked over on the couch to see one of the DC delegation in liplock with a nice young man who was about 22 or 23. I'm not saying who it was, but said member was very unwell the next morning. The Alabama Slama also found a hot little 23 year old to snog - I'm totally taking credit for pushing these two together too. (Sorry, TAS, but this is absolutely true.)

The really funny thing about the snoggery was that I had to remind both delegation members what their 23 year olds names were. Me to TAS: "So, did you and _____ kiss?" TAS to me: "Oh, was that his name? Yes." Me to the unwell delegation member: "Did ____ know about ___ (her very understanding about NYE bf)?" UDM to me: "His name was ____?"

Good times.

Yes, each member of our delegation thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The Bunny's to-do was attended by some very funny and well-grounded sorts, and our lodging was delightful.

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