What the hell?

What person in their right mind

would have dermabrasion done at Bloomie Nails?

This I contemplated on my walk around town Friday. Seriously. Walk slow enough and you'll see logic defied everywhere.

Then I started reading Steven Cojocaru's book.
Dear me. It's actually funny. How can someone who annoys me on the TV so much rest so comfortably in my hands?

The book was lifted from a friend's apartment on the way in from picking up her mail. Ok, ok, so I fessed up as I originally borrowed it on behalf of my mother...but started reading it while on the LIRR treck today. (Which, by the way, actually had me in LI an hour and fifteen minutes late.) My upper east side connection got it as a freebie in her goodie bag, whereas I upgraded my feng shui for decorating to water erotica. (I kept the book on fashionistas b/c I like the word. No other selection criteria.) In unpacking my heavier than physics should allow suitcase I lovingly fondled the the amstel light tshirt I bartered for on behalf of my father (way too small) and the Ohm towel which was tied with a neat blue ribbon. Why did I want more than my goody bag originally provided? I don't know. But the heavier it got the more pleased I was. I think. But maybe that had something to do with never ending beverages crossing my lips.

Anyway, I digress. Last night I clashed forks over a six dollar piece of ravioli and guzzled a sufficient amount of espresso to plop myself on the local bar scene. Which kind of fizzled the minute the pasta hit everyone else's stomach. (They all ran out of steam.) But yet we visited the Cubby Hole. (And I still claim future brownie points in the next bar we select. Of course it was too crowded inside.)_But then E. went home leaving me with C & company...who then left immediately. What did I do?

I picked up the phone and met up with the drunken-64-ounce-beer-mug-toting-basketball-fanatics. (photos to follow later). I should have said enough is enough when the dyed blond showed who kept frolicking with stupid number one. (A name coined after they were ostracized from the Corner Bistro....ya just can't bring your own beer to a bar no matter how much you paid for it.) But no. I stuck around long enough to see the White Horse Tavern. And then have Stupid One and Two wake up the four adults (plus one dog) in E's apartment. (oops. but it wasn't me ringing the doorbell. I swear.)

I have a new found respect for my waistline. I do not want to focus my entertainment around fermented drinks. I miss shows. I miss movies. I miss shopping. I miss talking. I like the talking and the arguing. And most importantly, I miss thinking. You need people to bounce ideas off of. Which is what I enjoyed the most out of all my recent escapades. I have an idea percolating for my pitch next week that I can't wait to propose and research. And I want to enjoy tomorrow. So I'm going to bed early.

Night people.

posted by irene @ 3/15/2003 10:28:00 PM