A New York State of Mind
I a having a Very Brooklyn Sort of Evening, wherein I had goldfish crackers for dinner and am consequently moderately drunk from the two cocktails I had with a law school buddy who has just moved to Manhattan. We went to a book reading in Ft. Greene for some feminist chick-lit type author that she loves and I know zero about. Afterwards, I took refuge in my Syrian hookah bar where I am enough of a regular that they bring me my order without asking, stymying my plan to pour fries on top of the liquor to mop it up a bit. I'm a little iffy about hopping my usual bus home because it'll be one in the morning before I do so, and I am wearing a very splashy silk dress I designed myself, right down to the fabric (long story - I got lost in a Bangkok back alley, heard clicking noises, and followed them to the source - a group of elderly Muslim silk weavers who were very friendly and let me custom-create one color for warp and one for weft, plus my preferred tailor is very patient with my penchant for providing fashion sketches with the seam type and sleeve specifications etc. written on them) and big fifties hair, but I already feel extravagant for having liquor and shisha on the same night and so I shall probably attempt to tough it out, bus-wise. All of this will seem somewhat regrettable as I try to write motions tomorrow, I bet. And if that's not a textbook example of First World Problems, I don't know what is. Basically, I feel maximally glamorous for a Wednesday, is what I am saying. :)