Monday, April 28, 2008
I’m not sure if it started with my bonus, Bobby’s arrival, or the good weather, but whatever it was I have partying like a rock star these days. Night after night, there was always someone I was willing to oblige in going out and, night after night, I was probably drinking a little too much (OK a lot) and staying out a little too late and going to work looking rough around the edges.
Amid all this, there were some highlights. Last weekend was a weekend with Michael. It started off with opera night at his place and continued on when he got us tickets to see Un Ballo in Maschera at the Met. I saw it earlier this season with my mother and wasn’t that crazy about it. Perhaps it was the improvement in company, seats (we were in the front grand tier), or weather because I had a wonderful time this time around.
The following Monday and Friday I feel like I was out every night and vaguely remember a thing from it, though I do recall going with Rob on another fateful trip to Therapy, a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, hanging out with an old colleague or two, then finally getting to the weekend exhausted. Nonetheless, Friday night I went out with Rob before throwing myself over the edge and heading to meet Michael and his friends in Chelsea. Uuuuugh.
Saturday I toned it down a bit. In fact, I had a great day. Shaking off a hangover and sleep deprivation, Mary and I met in the city for brunch then saw the HD performance of La Fille du Régiment. After, we found a great wine bar before going to a German restaurant for dinner. Sunday was got even more low-key with going to Bobby’s for homemade soup and cookies while playing some Scrabble.
So during all this it was a miracle that I was able to keep to my commitment to quit smoking. Many of you probably only think of me as a smoker when I drink; Problem is that seems to be ALL THE TIME and the lungs are not doing so great. It’s been just over a week now and I feel so much better.
Time to kick the smoking habit once and for all, and get the going out thing under control.
Amid all this, there were some highlights. Last weekend was a weekend with Michael. It started off with opera night at his place and continued on when he got us tickets to see Un Ballo in Maschera at the Met. I saw it earlier this season with my mother and wasn’t that crazy about it. Perhaps it was the improvement in company, seats (we were in the front grand tier), or weather because I had a wonderful time this time around.
The following Monday and Friday I feel like I was out every night and vaguely remember a thing from it, though I do recall going with Rob on another fateful trip to Therapy, a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, hanging out with an old colleague or two, then finally getting to the weekend exhausted. Nonetheless, Friday night I went out with Rob before throwing myself over the edge and heading to meet Michael and his friends in Chelsea. Uuuuugh.
Saturday I toned it down a bit. In fact, I had a great day. Shaking off a hangover and sleep deprivation, Mary and I met in the city for brunch then saw the HD performance of La Fille du Régiment. After, we found a great wine bar before going to a German restaurant for dinner. Sunday was got even more low-key with going to Bobby’s for homemade soup and cookies while playing some Scrabble.
So during all this it was a miracle that I was able to keep to my commitment to quit smoking. Many of you probably only think of me as a smoker when I drink; Problem is that seems to be ALL THE TIME and the lungs are not doing so great. It’s been just over a week now and I feel so much better.
Time to kick the smoking habit once and for all, and get the going out thing under control.
# posted by otas : 11:26 AM
