Wasn’t Sinergy the computer on Jem?

I’m not feeling especially snarky this morning, so please excuse my post dripping with hungover bar drool…

Saturday was that beautiful day that made Cleveland completely liveable… until you’re on the lake and realize how skanky fish-like the water is. The early afternoon hours were spent sunbathing at Lakewood Park. Those crazy kids made a lovely afternoon extra special by playing their invented game of “1-2-3-FUCK!” What perfect ambiance to a family-friendly park. Complete with soccer game. KT and I ended up heading over to Whisky Island boat-hopping for the remainder of the sunshine time. Made some new friends over lunch at the yacht club.
Nightfalls, and it’s away-we-go to Tremont. Southsiiiide. I absolutely love the renovations they’ve done with the patio. Luck would have it, I meet a guy (Hah! Imagine that one!) that lives less than a block away from my place. I also start receiving text messages from “jered” with a Chicago area code that I apparently met over coleslaw and french fried goodness (aka: Panini’s) on Wednesday. Wednesday, the new word for horribly HORRIBLY drunk during the week. See: Dude, I was totally Wednesday last night. So much for Happy Hour! Woot!

Keeping with the rule of finding some new bars to show-my-face, crept up on Sinergy. Better known as The White Club They Misplaced in Cleveland. I really hope they make it work. Not like we didn’t notice they were purposely keeping a line outside until well after midnight to make everyone think the club was hot. (It was, but seriously). I wasn’t waiting in it, obviously… but I feel for ya, people! Felt similar to Cloud 9 when they first opened, but as large as Flo (if you ever entered during the 3 weeks they were open) and before 9 tried to change their format eighteen different times. Vive the club! Keep the dance music! Enjoyed VIP bottle service compliments of owners — also in white. Apparently I didn’t get the memo. My white suit I trashed at Bar Flyy last weekend is at the cleaners. When earlier described, I thought the VIP room would make me feel separated from the crowd, but it was perfect in one of those “Hey! Look at me! I’m VIP! (and no one really cares)” drunken ways.

Those dancing girls looked tired after a couple hours of cube bumping. Hopefully all that booty-bouncing helps that one-on-the-right with her muffin. I’m sorry. I’m just used to club dancers being REALLY smokin’ — in that now-I-totally-have-to-motivate-my-ass-to-do-more-leg-lifts/crunches/pole-dancing kind of way. Great music. Oh, already said something about the music. Must have been good.

I couldn’t figure out why Panini’s only gave me a half-a-sandwich… until this morning when my friend said we shared it. And mucho gracias award goes out to The Jewel that saved me from the drunken cab ride over to Embassy Suites. Um, I didn’t think I had a hotel room tonight.

That would have been a god-awful “whereamI?” experience sober in the morning.

And on a completely random and other note, I really hate looking at my checking statement. It appears as one of those “who’s-who” of Cleveland bars and eateries. Someone over at JPMorgan Chase is planning his/her business trip to CleveO by means of my VISA debit swipes. And dammit, I eat out too much. Is there a service that delivers groceries so I don’t have to spend an hour wandering Giant Evil with a list-I-never-follow and a cart filled with Tastycakes?

Oooh, did I just completely skip past Friday? Well, Miss D-to-the-A’s birthday party celebration started at Nuevo Alcapulco for a mixture of Cadillac Margaritas and enchiladas (for me!) and silly sombrero polaroids.

Decided to do another Lakewood birthday crawl with Kenilworth, Around the Corner, West End, Riverwood Cafe… then back to Kenilworth because that’s really the only place that matters and everything else on the west end of Lakewood was packed with 21 year olds that try to take their drunken asses and beers out on the street then decide it’s a good idea to throw said liquids at the door guy. Back home, it was necessary to polish off a box of Nilla wafers, crackers and more beer… who needed more beer? I think I did more shots than actual drinks tonight! Next thing I know, the crazy ladies were all passed out on the birthday girl’s couches.

Hope you had an awesome b-to-the-d, D-to-the-A! Or something like that…

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