A Lovely Week

My week was amazing, spent in a haze of loud trousers of the striped and plaid variety...belled, and flared, and buttoned.....the kind Zappa would have worn....when he was feeling very confident, and extra flamboyant, wafting around onstage..... I volunteered my heart out, I lost a friend, made a new one, caught a cold, found a great vintage sweater, and bought a new chair at Home Goods all the way on Columbus and 100th, more or less.

So I emoted, and dressed like a clown, and made the world a better place, and organized my mind and my home, and my love life.

Today was wonderful.  The sky was grey, just the way I prefer it, and the air was brisk and palpable.  I was positive I would never blog again.  The never ending cycle of writing and posting, and then getting middle of the night anxiety about what I wrote....then deleting...then shutting down the blog for a week or two.  Just the thought depressed the hell out of me, so I started back up.

Alice and I had coffee after coffee this afternoon at Le Pain Quotidien on Montague Street.  I had to drop something off across the street, so we stopped in for a little caffeine and a little chocolatey something.  Two hours later, Alice was all filled in on my life, my love life, my previous evening, and I hers.  Sometimes I marvel at how wonderful this relationship is. This girl of mine....my miracle, my best friend.  It was always just the two of us, really.  She was born during an ice storm....I barely had time to make it to the hospital.  I remember so clearly the struggle to walk across the street to the car, with the icy cold snow squalling and swirling around me, and I remember the painful lump in my throat, and feeling so very much alive and scared.  I remember the smell of the cold air.  Two hours later, settled in my hospital bed, we had our first conversation....just the two of us, in that ugly floral nightmare of a room....staring into each others eyes, we got to know each other, and my real life began, without a mother of my own to help, or a husband for the most part, or a template of any sort.  We grew up together.  With my own mother, I could never, ever share my real feelings.  Still to this day, if I don't trust someone, they get nothing.....nothing real, or shared, or from the heart.  They get the pre-packaged, palatable, defensive stuff I learned to give my own mom.  Only my inner circle gets my truth.....the juicy, complicated, wonderful, topsy turvy reality....the good stuff....the magic....

Had cocktails at ABC Cocina on East 19th street.  Usually I have zero interest in bars....especially when I have to do all the commuting to Manhattan.  I did like this place, mostly for the flattering light.  The lighting in the ladies room really made me feel pretty.....a real plus in my book....for powdering the nose.... lol. I truly believe a well made Old Fashioned is one of the best parts of winter...

Spent time with Alice and Annie this week.  These two gals are my hands down favorite dinner companions.  

Super Bowl?  Naaaaa.......just a little blogging and late night yoga for me.....