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i don't have the energy to do this with the attention and detail it deserves, so here's sort of a summary:
i started work on a wednesday, the day after the last time i updated. that first afternoon what i thought would be a 25-hour-a-week internship became, thankfully, full-time. the rest of that week and part of the next was an attempt to integrate work into my weeknight drinking rituals, the majority of which took place at town tavern. i came home from work the first few nights physically craving a drink, which resulted in dinner and drinks with jill, dinner and drinks with emily, dinner and drinks with kerri. then dinner and no drinks with jane and chelsea, the first time maybe because we didn't like our waiter, the second because i was finally too tired. eventually, dinner and a movie with greg with no thought whatsoever of having a drink.
last week...listened to colin hay's garden state soundtrack song on repeat for three days, wept openly on the downtown R, and fought the urge to curl up in a heartbroken ball either on top of my desk in the conference room or right outside the subway at church and dey. eventually, it passed...despite stupid shit and inevitably inconsequential people, life goes on.
the night i saw emily for the first time in over three years, over passionfruit bellinis at spice cafe, swapping queries about people whose names i hadn't heard spoken aloud in as long as eight years, i felt like i was coming home. then, later, over another underage drink, there was the lookalike, the one that made me physically shake.
i actually hadn't had a drink since then, until happy hour with co-workers last night. i don't know if it was the kamikazes and amaretto sours, three drinks into my $15 minimum tab at revival, or the overwhelming feeling of camraderie, but i was on the verge of dropping out of school and staying at my job indefinitely. then, around 9:30, even though i was full of alcohol to the point of feeling sloshy, i rationed that i should eat dinner, and kerri i went for thai. thinking hard about the night's events, i remember the sensations of disliking the mystery herb in the spring rolls, gulping down my water to chase away the spiciness of the spice-coated lettuce in my chicken salad, nonstop gushing about my job, and, as we were leaving, topping off the bellini i realized i'd neglected. maybe that last drink was why i don't really remember coming home and lying in bed with a bowl of grapes.
kerri moved into the city last weekend, and today she started work two blocks away from my office.
also, the intern program started, and i now have an intern friend in my office.
glimmer glass was on the cover of architecture digest.
schuyler and i have a weekly lunch date at the restaurant across the street from my office, where the waiters cannot tell the difference between vinegar and vinaigrette.
i finally tempered my dry cleaning crisis with the help of tower cleaners on john street.
after spending hours reading manuscripts at work, i caved in to my need to spend an obscene amount of money on purchasing books: among them were a melissa bank, a tobias wolff, a book whose cover design must in some way be cosmically linked with the cover design of "the good people of new york," books for the copyediting class that finally started (and which i love, although not nearly as much as i love my job), and a big, clean leather journal that it will probably take me years to start using.
two nights ago i sat outside and talked to evan on the phone for two hours. my right calf is now infested with mosquito bites. but the conversation was excellent.
i'm getting my tonsils out in two weeks. the recovery will be a 10-day process.
finally, i've been saying for a while that new york is my one true love. but it only last night dawned on me that that is a completely sacriligious statement; obviously, if i only had one true love it would be olga goldberg.
i started work on a wednesday, the day after the last time i updated. that first afternoon what i thought would be a 25-hour-a-week internship became, thankfully, full-time. the rest of that week and part of the next was an attempt to integrate work into my weeknight drinking rituals, the majority of which took place at town tavern. i came home from work the first few nights physically craving a drink, which resulted in dinner and drinks with jill, dinner and drinks with emily, dinner and drinks with kerri. then dinner and no drinks with jane and chelsea, the first time maybe because we didn't like our waiter, the second because i was finally too tired. eventually, dinner and a movie with greg with no thought whatsoever of having a drink.
last week...listened to colin hay's garden state soundtrack song on repeat for three days, wept openly on the downtown R, and fought the urge to curl up in a heartbroken ball either on top of my desk in the conference room or right outside the subway at church and dey. eventually, it passed...despite stupid shit and inevitably inconsequential people, life goes on.
the night i saw emily for the first time in over three years, over passionfruit bellinis at spice cafe, swapping queries about people whose names i hadn't heard spoken aloud in as long as eight years, i felt like i was coming home. then, later, over another underage drink, there was the lookalike, the one that made me physically shake.
i actually hadn't had a drink since then, until happy hour with co-workers last night. i don't know if it was the kamikazes and amaretto sours, three drinks into my $15 minimum tab at revival, or the overwhelming feeling of camraderie, but i was on the verge of dropping out of school and staying at my job indefinitely. then, around 9:30, even though i was full of alcohol to the point of feeling sloshy, i rationed that i should eat dinner, and kerri i went for thai. thinking hard about the night's events, i remember the sensations of disliking the mystery herb in the spring rolls, gulping down my water to chase away the spiciness of the spice-coated lettuce in my chicken salad, nonstop gushing about my job, and, as we were leaving, topping off the bellini i realized i'd neglected. maybe that last drink was why i don't really remember coming home and lying in bed with a bowl of grapes.
kerri moved into the city last weekend, and today she started work two blocks away from my office.
also, the intern program started, and i now have an intern friend in my office.
glimmer glass was on the cover of architecture digest.
schuyler and i have a weekly lunch date at the restaurant across the street from my office, where the waiters cannot tell the difference between vinegar and vinaigrette.
i finally tempered my dry cleaning crisis with the help of tower cleaners on john street.
after spending hours reading manuscripts at work, i caved in to my need to spend an obscene amount of money on purchasing books: among them were a melissa bank, a tobias wolff, a book whose cover design must in some way be cosmically linked with the cover design of "the good people of new york," books for the copyediting class that finally started (and which i love, although not nearly as much as i love my job), and a big, clean leather journal that it will probably take me years to start using.
two nights ago i sat outside and talked to evan on the phone for two hours. my right calf is now infested with mosquito bites. but the conversation was excellent.
i'm getting my tonsils out in two weeks. the recovery will be a 10-day process.
finally, i've been saying for a while that new york is my one true love. but it only last night dawned on me that that is a completely sacriligious statement; obviously, if i only had one true love it would be olga goldberg.