19 Sep 2003
Out on the town
Had a fine time at the Gothamist/601am Happy Hour last night. It seems that the cure for my social anxiety is prodigious amounts of alcohol.
The Remote Lounge is kind of lame in a “Cabaret meets the Jetsons” way, but it was cool to see all the photos when I got home. Here’s a picture of the adorable hosts, Jen and Aaron.
Spent a good part of the evening hanging with the hysterical Matt (pic), playing the “guess which Matt is straight/gay” game. Lordy, if there weren’t so many eligible bachelors here in NYC, I would waste so much time having a crush on him. Fortunately for me, there are plenty of cute guys out there.
It was pretty loud, so I didn’t catch most of the urls flying by; but I do know I met Choire, Andrew, Heidi, as well as seeing Anil & Alaina again. I also sat next to some flirty lesbians (pic), who kept flashing their bras at the cameras.
And I learned a very valuable party tip: when you throw the party, you can kiss anyone and everyone. And you don’t have to wear underwear.
More photos of the night from rion.nu.
And now I’m spending Friday night at home alone.
18 Sep 2003
Another year wiser
Another birthday (29th) has come and past. The people in my department obviously weren’t paying attention to the staff birthday calendar, because it came and went without any mention during our staff meeting on the actual day itself. But that’s cool. Like I need any reminders of my passing youth.
And yet, I do. I’ve always been one of those people who worries about preparing for the furture without enjoying the present. So I should be celebrating the last year of my 20s. And, I should be celebrating the fact that my life is relatively stable, if unadventurous (moving to New York aside), and that I’ll finally be a grownup.
So, taking a lead from nyctales.blogspot.com, I’ve put a count-down clock on the front page. Right now, it’s only marking the days until my 30th birthday — I’m not so obsessive as to count the minutes and seconds (yet).
…of course, what really make me feel old is that my baby brother, Andrew, just went out for drinks on his 21st birthday.