Honestly well and truly wiped out

I have done a lot this week. On Monday, I met an old friend from Sierra Leone at Bocca di Bacco, a restaurant/bar with lots of charm because there are red brick walls and stacks of wine bottles everywhere. Oh, and it just happens to be, say, 3 streets from where I live. Which means stumbling home in the freezing cold is must easier. We had a great chat: about kids, life, work, happiness, writing. I like intense chats that cover everything in about 2 hours. Leaves you feeling enriched and also tired.

On Tuesday, I went to Bowery Ballroom to hear The Antlers. Honestly, I was not blown away. The crowd was interesting: I like watching the hipsters with their chic flannel, their interesting hair styles weighed down with gel or blown upwards and around or combed in a funky way, and their suspenders, or their skirts with leggings (applies to the boys, too, just kidding). Some of them are aging hipsters, which makes me feel a little cool because while I might not be per se cool I can rock jeans and a sweater and a leather jacket better than someone 15 years older than me. Hmm, I take solace in the little things.

On Wednesday, I had dinner with an old friend from law school at Kyotofu, where everything seems tofu-like. It wasn't that bad but honestly I'm more old-fashioned and kind of like um, meat and lots of it. But still, the green tea cheesecake (with tofu?) was interesting at worst and yummy at best. Great texture. Oh, and green in color. Slightly odd.

On Thursday, today, I had dinner with another old friend from law school, visiting from London. We went to 44 and X. The advantage being that it is close by. The disadvantage being that it is actually 12 blocks away from where I live which is really, really close except when you're walking home with your laptop bag from work, carrying 20lbs of chocolates from the Lindt store for the population of India (your relatives and some whom you think are relatives but are not sure), and then have to pop into the D'Agastino along the way to buy Edam Cheese and Gouda Cheese by the dozen (prompting the check out person to say, So much cheese! So expensive!), which meant that I felt guilty and had to explain that no I'm not some frivolous fart who just dines on fancy cheese instead of milk, eggs, bread and pasta but that I'm carrying this home from my father who is convinced that he can't find these cheese products in the fair city of Mumbai, and then have to go to Duane Reade to buy the drugstore for other relatives.

Anyway, hours later everything is packed, lists have been made and checked twice, tomorrow I will be on the ball. Time for a glass of wine.

Oh, and no more eating. My stomach has grown two times in size. Oh wait I'm going on holiday for three weeks. Hello double chin.