| July 27, 2005 - My drink demon |
| Dear Friends, I had a drink demon. Lest you think I'm admitting to being an alcoholic rather than an alcoholist, let me explain. On Sunday I went out for Drunken Brunch Sunday with my friend K. We were originally supposed to go to a restaurant where you can eat at a table or dress in pajamas and eat on a bed (weird, right?), but when we got to the restaurant, it hadn't opened yet. So we thought we'd have a pre-Drunken Brunch drink and headed over to a nearby hotel. Once our drinks arrived, K. said, "I have something for you" and pulled out a little plastic red devil replete with pitchfork and long tail. The tail curled in such a way that you could put it over the rim of your glass, kind of like those things people put around the stems of wine glasses so they'll know which one is theirs if they set it down. Well, I just laughed and danced it around and pretended it was doing vulgar things, while speaking in a throaty "Exorcist" voice. After two mimosas, we went to the bed restaurant only to find that they were having problems which precluded them from opening that day. Well, Dear Friends, it was so miserably hot that we needed to get indoors fast. But for the next 20 or 30 minutes we went wandering around trying to find a place to eat that had food we were in the mood for. We ended up at the Happy Heifer where yours truly chowed down on bacon and eggs, with more dee-lish mimosas. Of course, our drink demons partook of our drinks, daintily hanging over the edges of our glasses. After that we went to a bar where we ran into some friends of mine. They immediately noticed our drink demons and wanted some of their own, but K. had only brought two. Little did he realize that our drink demons would make us the height of popularity and envy! Anyhoo, as the day wore on and after more libations had been consumed, I wandered over to another bar only to find that I had lost my drink demon somewhere along the way! I was totally put out! Losing my drink demon caused me to wane in popularity! Plus, I'm bothered by the notion that somewhere a wino is sitting in an alley with my drink demon perched on the edge of his whiskey bottle! Other than that exciting mishap nothing much has happened. I went to the ballet twice recently. One was so-so, but the other was fantastic. Keep an eye out on the name Leonid Sarafanov; he did such incredible leaps and turns that the audience burst out into applause in the middle of his routines. He got more applause during the curtain call than the lead male dancer got. I do so love The Legitimate Theatre, don't you? So is the heat killing all of you? I have been so miserable walking to and from the subway. Yesterday I had planned on coming straight home, but by the time I passed Ye Olde Watering Hole, I realized I really wanted a brewskie-wa-tewskie. But first I had to pick up some pants from a nearby dry cleaner's. How do those people stand it? I went in the dry cleaner's and, of course, such places never, ever have any air conditioning. But the man working the counter seemed totally oblivious to the heat. By the time I got to Ye Olde Watering Hole, which is only about 5 doors down, I was drenched. And at Ye Olde Water Hole, Brad is too cheap to turn on all the air conditioning. There are three areas of air conditioning: one over the bar, one in the center, and one in the front part of the restaurant. He only had the one over the bar and the one in the front on, so the thermostat read 84 degrees! The bartenderizer complained about the heat, but frankly 84 felt good after having been in that dry cleaner's! Right now it's shortly before 5:00 a.m. and it promises to be another scorcher. I'm up early in hopes of dragging myself to the gym. If I don't do it now, I'll feel too hot and miserable to do it later. And I really need to, because I've gained weight. A couple of weeks ago I left work sick and was out two days. But my illness had no affect on my appetite; I ate and slept, and ate and slept some more. And since then I've only been to the gym a couple of times. I gain weight really easily, but lose it at the speed of geological time. So, wish me luck as I sign off and haul my fat, but shapely, ass downstairs. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |