Extremely Perishable

I ended up not getting the Republic gig, so I'm rolling on, looking in other places. It was just one of many things I had to just deal with this past week. In hindsight, I feel like I've been inhabitting a strangely surreal space for the past couple of days. With so many small things dominating my thoughts from moment to moment and the constant juggling of other people's egos. I'm drained. And then there's the fact that I went out drinking with my mother and her hair stylist, yesterday. Or was it the day before? (I didn't drink at all though. Craziness!)

Yeah ... I went out and "partied" with the woman who gave birth to me. Little did I know that she had already had one and a half glasses of wine previous to the pomegranate margaritas she slurped at the bar at Rosa Mexicano. Had I known, maybe the night would've run a little differently. Maybe we could've avoided the loud, obnoxious proclamations that we had been scammed on the guacamole. And maybe I wouldn't have had to sit through a conversation which consisted mainly of mom extolling the merits of oral sex.

On the upside, I did have a great time with her and the food was great. The mole sauce ... the grilled chicken and black beans ... the cheese cake. It was delicious. So delicious that when I woke up this morning my body giggled with pleasure at having held onto the pounds.

I better get my sports bra back on ... asuming it still fits.

I've been lounging for a couple of weeks and haven't been into New York City at all. I decided to put an end to this behavior on Friday, which turned out to be a sweltering day. 72 my ass. I found out recently that I will be living in Union square, come September. This, of course, makes me really, really happy. So, naturally, I had to go down there and check out the neighborhood. I chill in Union Square frequently, but it's somehow different when you live there - or when you know you're going to live there. I walked around, stopped in at the Barnes & Noble to see what all the fuss was about (Harry Potter Release Party - four floors of mayhem), and managed to swing an interview on Monday with the management at Republic.

Speaking of hot NYC restaurants ... I made a reservation at Spice Market for 8/12! I love to eat out, though I can rarely afford it. I can't stand the pretentiousness of a lot of places in Manhattan, but I seriously appreciate a beautiful, creative ambiance and great menus. I've been wanting to try Spice Market for a minute. My mouth is already watering. I can't wait until August.

Oh God, I've really been putting off blogging over the past couple of weeks. I'm sure I was not missed but I always have a guilty feeling whenever I go for long periods, without checking in.

Since my last foray into online depression ... London happened, horrific storms happened, Luther Vandross happened, Lil' Kim happened, The Fantastic Four and Tom Cruise happened, Ben and Jen happened, world peace did not happen and Bush said something stupid ... again. (I think that happens at least 48 times per day, though, on average.) And, in the midst of all this, I can't say that I remember what was going on in my own head. The events of my personal life have been blurry lately - no this was not alcohol induced. I think I'm awake now. Pretty sure I'm sober.

Welcome back.