Taking into consideration the fact that I hate a) crowds, b) drunken crowds, and c) drunken crowds of New Yorkers, I stayed far, far from the madness of St. Patrick's Day.
After spending Friday sloshing around in a suit AND heels on the messiest day of the winter, slogging from interview to interview, I orbed myself to Williamsburg, changed into more slog-friendly gear, and trekked to the Upper East Side to meet the Principessa.
There's only one real reason to go to the UES, and of course, it's gotta be a museum... Checked out the Gaudi exhibit and met her pals for drinks afterward on the balcony, the Met being open late on Fridays and everything. We had zingy Roz Russell-Cary Grant style conversation for a couple hours while drinking a nasty bottle of red wine (awful-awful-awful!), then trekked our way down to the Principessa's favorite hang in midtown. A snug French bistro where we had a gorgeous bottle of red to wash away the taste of the overpriced bad wine.
PS - I love-love-loved the P's friends, who were fast and funny and intelligent and witty.
In my now-standard style, of course, the third, fourth and possibly fifth glass of wine were all mistakes. I have no real recollection of getting home except I know I did it on the subway. It's official, I've turned into an old sissy. It was made even more official by the scale of the hangover I had on Saturday -- which was distinctly out of proportion to the amount of wine I drank. Given what I drank, I shoulda been upright by noon. But again, I'm old.
The P came over on Sunday afternoon and we lay around like slugs drinking coffee and gossiping about a (former?) friend who I think is starting to display signs of a serious personality disorder.
More on that later...
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orb!
shiny blinky lights and everything!
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