i wanna wake up in the city that never sleeps.

the queen and the revolving.

ok, so, today: julie and julia. OMG. longest movie ever, korean lunch. OMG. best side dishes ever, then we had little bit of chill time before the wrap party for 'just wright'. a movie coming out next year i think, starring queen latifah and mehcad brooks.

which to be honest, as usual, i didn't feel like going. so sleepy! i swear, if i could retire now, i would. but of course i went anyway. despite of course feeling completely knackered and drowsy as hell.

but it was ok, it was free booze. but only vodka and beer. which both did i have. since my aunt iris couldn't drink, i took it upon myself to try and enjoy her share too. queen latifah was there, i'm pretty sure she waved at me too. it was dark you see. and she wouldn't dare accidently miss out somebody who could possibly have worked with her. and her leading male fella, mehcad brooks. so it was pretty cool.

then finally, here comes the torture. we were on the subway. and i SERIOUSLY needed the loo. you know, just caz i like the architecture and design, not for anything else or anything. but apparently, new yorkers don't believe in the process of homeostasis and osmoregulation. especially in subway station. so OMG. we had to stop at one of the stops and i had to go into dunkin doughnuts. ok, embarassing story of the day over.

ooh, some bouncer stopped me on the way out of the club at the party. he went like: 'where do ya think you're goin?' apparently, we're not supposed to bring our drink out. which totally doesn't make sense, i wasn't using a glass or anything, it was a bottle, and they should be thankful that i'm disposing of it for them. silly man. so naturally, he, like every single person who has even slightly crossed me, has been blacklisted.

now i'm at home, going to bed.

next episode on 'ramblings of a bottle', an interesting view of billy elliot, and the harsh and absolutely refined critique of the WD-50.