Last night was the first time I've gone out and about in NYC in a couple of weeks.
I have been busy with stand up and visiting my friend Will in CT.
So, I hit the town with the awesome co-workers first. We went to Art Bar and had some drinks.
How many? I have no idea, all I know is every time I saw the waitress I was ready for another.
While I was there my good buddy Tom text messaged me that he had finally landed and was back in NYC. Since I hadn't seen him in two weeks, I pretty much had to go meet him. So, I parted ways with my friends/co-workers and walked towards the Liar, at least I thought I was heading that way...
Then I fell down, in my demure manner; one foot slides too front, the other too far back and the back knee saved me at the sacrafice of some skin and a bruise.
I was officially a fall down drunk, and I realized, I can't walk to the bar.
Instead I hailed a taxi.
It was good to see Tom, and to be back at the Liar, after a couple more drinks I realized it was time to hail another cab home (pay day is a beautiful thing).
I stood on 6th Ave for 15 minutes waiting for a cab, in the rain, when I finally got one I hear,
It was my wonderful old college suite mate Meryl whom I haven't seen in years.
And all I could say was, "oh, hey" and then I closed the door of the cab and gave directions home.
When you have a cab, never let it go, sorry Meryl.
So when I got my weary body to bed I was able to sleep instantly.
I woke this morning to bright sunshine streaming in and to an alarm clock blinking 12, 12, 12, 12....
I was convinced I slept through Friday.
I jumped out of bed and turned on the radio, Morning Edition was still on, and it wasn't the weekend people - I was ok!
Then I ran to the living room, I was better than ok, it was only 7AM.
Next time, I'll go out on a Friday - but not today.
I need some more rest.