By the time B got home last nighy I absolutely needed to get out of the house so I threw the baby at him, grabbed my knitting and some heels and lipgloss and headed out the door.
I popped over to the Starbucks for the Thursday night knitting and... no one. In all the excitement over the past 2 days, I hadn't had the time to email anyone to see who would be there. Turns out no one showed up and I didn't have anyone's phone number on me, so I couldn't start to call around to see if it was worth it to wait around. Of course, seeing as how my entire day had been a disaster, I wasn't too surprised at this turn of events. BUT I had a back up plan, remember the high heels and lip gloss! I shoved my knitting needles back in my bag (again, who doesn't love these enormous purses?) and called Mimi. I knew that she was on her way out so I found out where she was headed and made plans to meet her.
Apparently, there was something going on at the Plaza on Blvd de la Madeleine. When I got there Mimi hadn't arrived yet but there were atleast a 100 people queueing on the street to get it the doors. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. Turns out that it wasn't. Mimi arrived and her friends said that they were having a drink nearby waiting for the crowd to clear before coming over, so we took advantage of the wait to catch up on each other's news. 45 minutes later we were just arriving at the caisse. By this time, we could see the total chaos that had resulted in the backlog of people out on the street. They had a single girl at the door, who was checking invites against a list and ever so slowly making change. Watching her was phaff around while an icey wind blew down my neck, I started to get a bit irritated about things. We didn't actually decide to leave though, until we saw the next queue- there were probably 20 people in line for the vestiares. I could only imagine what the wait was going to be at the bar. So after an hour's wait, we decided that the party was so badly organized that it would be a complete waste of time and went to join Mimi's friends for a drink.
The bar was fine and we stayed for an hour or so chatting, but I was home by 10:15 which I consider a waste of a night out. But rather than go onto a different club with Mimi, I figured I better cut my losses and try again on Saturday night. Besides, if I pushed my luck and tried another place, I would probably end up covered in some drunk's vomit, or with my purse stolen or, most likely, with the worst hangover ever. Naturally, I told B I came home early because I missed him and had decided that I would rather cuddle on the sofa- remember, I've got a big order of vacation clothes showing up on Monday when I will still be in the country and unable to smooth things over. A girls got to keep her eye on the bottom line in order to maintain marital harmony.
Oh- and did I mention that there is still an Eres boutique at the Madeleine? I checked the internet and its behind the church, not in front of it like I had thought. Cursed, I tell you.