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Thursday, July 24, 2003 Yesterday, after less than 3:30 hours sleep at night and a gruesome workout in the morning, I went home at noon for a quick bite and a quick nap. Later, at Monse's, I slept on and off through the evening, night and early morning, before going home and sleeping from 6:30 AM to 9:45 AM. Basically, it has become difficult to tell what day or what time of the day it is now. All I know is that the guys took the day off today, while Pilar, Monse and I are at our desks, as usual, which proves we are indeed the stronger sex. It all started after work yesterday. We were invited to Monse's at 8 PM to finish off last party's leftovers. At about 6 PM M.A., Miguel and I went straight to Jade, a bar a few blocks away from the office. The bartender, Samantha, just about killed us with a cocktail so stiff that we each had three sips (seriously, not more than three sips each) and our heads were instantly spinning. Not happy with that she also gave us a complimentary vodka shot. From the bar we went home to pick up my blender, have a beer and allow me to put on a second layer of make-up (an absolute must with this kind of sleeping patterns). We then cabbied down to Monse's and there all hell broke loose. The food was perfect for me, hot hot hot, and there was plenty of wine and plenty of margaritas and other concoctions. There was some dancing, some jumping around, some singing, some boozy conversation. Some going out to buy cigarettes, some living on the dangerous side and coming back without the goods. Some falling asleep on couches and floors. And then there was that moment when you can't possibly imagine going back home. Or going back to work, ever. When you start fantasizing about going to the beach or that nice little restaurant in Brooklyn. Fortunately, it passed. The lure of my own air conditioned apartment, a great shower and a nice bed finally made me leave. The look on my doorman's face made me wish I had not come home at all. 12:58 PM
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