The Mathematician has been away on business in Israel for the past eight days.
When he first left I knew I'd miss him but I thought it might be kind of nice to be on my own for such a time. I envisioned long evenings of relaxation, soul searching, and spending time re-acquainting myself with me. I thought I'd be journaling, working on various writing projects, and generally re-setting at home by my lonesome until he returned from the Middle East.
Instead, I have spent almost every evening since he left out with friends, drinking.
Last Saturday was a ridiculous, accidentally drunken affair of which I am still embarrassed which shall not be named here on the INternet. Co-horts, I love you, you know who you are. What a night!
Sunday was spent physically ill and recovering.
Monday I had a (drinking) client meeting with one of the aforementioned co-horts from Saturday, followed by a LUPEC caucus at Toro. I left on the sober side of drunk...but still not sober.
Tuesday had a meeting with Misty re: our new cocktail book project (over a bottle of wine), followed by dinner with Shanna (& a bottle of wine.)
Wednesday I worked at Toro and passed on my shift drink, thank you very much.
Thursday I had dinner with Oscar -- we've never actually hung out together outside of work/yoga. Why not try Thursday? The wait for a table was long at Eastern Standard...a Pegu Club, 3 glasses of Gamay, and a glass of Sauternes later, how do you think I felt?
And this evening, Friday, was spent sipping several glasses of wine with my best girlfriend, first Chez Lui, then at No. 9 Park. We had champagne, Ornellia, Bourgogne, and winded down with the gift of a delicious glass of dessert wine, reminiscent of Thursday's Sauternes.
My week has been busy and productive, and in all very very drunk, begging the question:
Am I officially a lush?
I've still managed to do yoga every day with a 90 minute hot yoga class twice this week. Still, I'm certain I'm retaining water, feeling very fat at the moment, and generally I don't think my liver can handle much more of this.
The Mathematician needs to come home soon...if for no other reason than to save me from my fabulous, social self.