I should have realized after the first drink that Tuesday was going to be unpleasant.
Monday night I had a birthday gathering, where so many wonderful people showed up - it reminded me of how lucky I am to have so many amazing friends. A lot of these friends wanted to buy me drinks, which was great. Except for the part where I found myself WASTED at 2:30 a.m., when I had to be up at 6:45 p.m., a mere four hours and fifteen minutes later.
I forgot to take into account that when I planned the gathering, to fall on my birthday, that the next day was the big honking meeting at work, the one that I needed all the Staples supplies for. I was practically late to my own party trying to get everything set up in time, but managed to squeak out just in time.
So I passed out after eating a snack and taking some Excedrin, and somehow managed to wake myself up right at 6:45 (I had asked PSB to set her little travel alarm for me, but she misunderstood and set it for 8 a.m.), still kinda drunk, but functional. I got to work on time, got the meeting set up, and somehow never got the horrible headache or nonstop pukiness that I certainly deserved. Everything was passing rather quickly in the other direction, but that was fine, compared to what should have been happening. I got through the meeting, made sure that the evening reception I had set up was running, and then headed home, where I laid on the couch for six hours, too hopped up on caffeine to sleep, but truly exhausted.
Yesterday was much easier - there was another meeting, but it was much smaller, and already completely set up. All I had to do was lead them to Ripley’s Believe It or Not in the late afternoon, and then to dinner after that. Ripley’s was about as much fun as I thought it was going to be - lots of weird, fun stuff to look at. (I was hooked on the old TV show with Jack Palance years ago. I never really watched the one with Dean Cain though - I don’t think I had cable at the time, or we had steal-per-view and that wasn’t one of the channels we got.) Dinner was at Cafe Centro, across from Naples 45 in the Met Life building, which was delicious. They’re running the Restaurant Week special this week, so I had yellow fin carpaccio, a tiny filet mingon with some lobster, and an amazing chocoate cream pudding. I left dinner a litle early, so I could head down to the Bowery Ballroom, to catch They Might Be Giants, who put on a great show, as usual. I think I’ve seen them 35 times(?) and I can only recall one time where I didn’t love it, and it was because John F. was looking very upset on stage, and you couldn’t hear him playing. (Rumor has it there were major technical issues, and the Johns had been fighting in the back.) The theme of the evening was “The 90s”, so they played some stuff we haven’t heard in years. Next week I’ll be back again - they’re doing a “Horns Extravaganza”! I hope to hear Doctor Worm in all its glory.
Today my manager gave me a present - I get tomorrow off! Hooray! Poker and TV all night! I’m not quite ready to drink again.