So after the party overlooking Ginger Spice's house, we came home and did nothing but talk and sit around and act stupid (some of us stupider than others).
Around 5am, Annie received word that Will.I.Am's Obama video (featuring Tatyana) was online and ready to go viral.
Immediately we began a giddy internet rampage where we emailed thousands of contacts and pseudo-contacts, eventually maxing out both our gmail accounts and ending up on Gmail's spam shit-list, unable to send even the simplest of emails. Oops.
7am. The rest of the apartment was sound asleep.

Obvious choice at 7am on Saturday morning?
Why, breakfast at the Four Seasons' Garden Restaurant of course!


We were the only ones in the restaurant. We were totally delirious and probably a bit still wasted, so of course it seemed only appropriate that we act as loud and douche-y as possible.

Annie started out as the epitome of class. (Notice how she even manages to rock the sweet bra-straps and Mardi Gras beads.)

But order a Bloody Mary or two...

And it devolves quickly...
Annie: "Excuse me?
Hi. What is this
music? Opera? Yeah....can you
change it?"
Waiter: "What would you like to hear, Miss?"
DK: "Um...can we get some Rihanna up here?"

Annie's hollandaise sauce or whatever was so viscous that she couldn't get it out of its gravy boat and kept trying shake it loose.


When I noticed that it was about to spray everywhere I reached out quickly to stop her, but instead smacked her almost-full Bloody Mary clear across the table all over her and all over the floor.

They sent a little Cleaner Mexican to clean it up. We felt like such asshole douchebags and gave the man a huge tip.
But still...our guilt was not enough to curb the giddy little shitshow and our retardism continued for another good hour.


Then we remembered that this is the same hotel that used to have to deal with Britney Spears on a daily basis and eventually ended up
banning her.
So...we didn't feel that bad.
Labels: annietaty, hilarity