9/12/06: Is It Moring Already?

I know, I know, I know.

I've been somewhat lax in my writing as of late.

Blame it on the alcohol, anti-depressants or this fucking cold I can't shake.

So this is for my long awaited blog for my fans – or something like that.

When we last left our mighty hero (a.k.a me) she was balancing her life as a single woman with the demands of domestic and business life.

Well – not much as changed since then…just the scenery.

Made an oh so fun trip to New York last week; spent a day walking a trade show. Schlepped my ass all the way over to Manhattan, a place I DREAM of being a tourist for day because I would love to (all together now) explore Central Park because there have been so many movies filmed there and I would just love to see the place with my own eyes.

But instead all I saw the concrete & glass walls of Jacob Javits Center…for the third fucking time.

At the entrance of the convention center there is this larger then life statue of Senator Javits - this is the best picture I could find (http://www.javitscenter.com/showmanagers/photogallery/photo_22.htm). It's this 8 foot full statue of this smiling friendly Jacob Javits with his hand leaning up against a oversized chair. Every time I passed by the damn thing there was somebody using that chair as a freakin chair. C'mon it's a statue folks…not your fucking living room. Sorry my momma taught me manners – art is for looking at not to be used as a place to rest your ass. But then again this is New York we're talking about…those folks are a bit strange.

We drove past Ground Zero – pretty much looked the same as it did last time. We didn't get out but that was because I was trying to rush to LaGuardia to get on the 6pm flight rather then the 7:45 flight we were booked on…didn't make it…should have gotten out and walked around because by the time we checked in our flight was delayed until 8:35, then we got some food at Chili's (there were 4 items on the menu burger, salad, turkey club & soup) but they did have alcohol & I got 6 double Grey Goose & tonics - I was happy. By the time we made it back down to our gate our 8:35 flight was once again delayed until 9:35. My boss started calling all of his kids…since I'm childless I chose to sip on yet ANOTHER double Grey Goose & tonic. Fast forward to 9pm when the bar closed (so much for the city that never sleeps) I polished off my 9^th GG&T said goodbye to my stool mate, Bo, and walked back down to the gate only to find that my 9:35 flight was once again delayed to 10:10. By this time I was pretty certain that I was going to spend the night in an airport…something I didn't quite find all that appealing…so I started drunk dialing all my friends. They appreciate it – I know I bring joy and laughter to all those around me when I do that – they realize that whatever worries are in their life aren't so awful because I'm such an inebriated fool. I made plans for the weekend…set up a date for Monday and then closed my eyes for about 15 minutes until I heard the applause – apparently our plane had arrived at the gate & the pilots still had hours.

I actually fell asleep on this ride – missed the drink cart – but that was probably a good thing – physically not mentally.

Made it home – passed out about 2am – and being the trooper that I am was wide away at 8:05, enough time to let the dogs out for 10 minutes, roll on a little deodorant and brush my teeth.

I swear my tombstone will say "Dedicated – but stinky".

p.s. Monday's date, scheduled for 8pm, bowed out at 5:30 that night. Had drinks with a friend instead. SURPRISED???!!!???!!!