I can barely remember what I did on Wednesday night . . . because it seems so long ago. This whole "seize the day" "carpe diem" "reclaim life" business is exhausting. I think I preferred it when I just watched TV.
On Wednesday night, my sr associate and I (I call her "ogre" teasingly) went to The Monkey Bar at 54th and Madison to sample some whiskey sours, and then proceeded to a steak house where I ate a 20 oz. steak (yes, I'm disgusting), accompanied by potato fried in goose fat (SO DELICIOUS - If only one didn't have to eat the inside of the potato and could just eat the goose fat fried exterior over and over and over and over, but I digress), spinach with cream and bacon (SO GOOD) and creamy corn. DELICIOUS.
All downed with a bottle of red wine, of course.
We then made our way to Hotel Griffou where we watched beautiful people while we drank politely from our respective cocktails.
I should have called it a night but instead traveled uptown to see Meeter and Abhi's new apartment. So in my drunken state I had to endure major apartment envy. UGH.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Just a Regular Tuesday Night
The weather has been absolutely spectacular. So, yesterday, when I found myself in Times Square following a work function that ended around 930pm, I thought to myself, But why not walk down to the West Village and enjoy the night air?
A quick phone call later, Puxoticus and I were marching our way down Ninth Avenue past Chelsea, through the Meatpacking and into the West Village. We were theoretically in search of live music, but really we were obsessing about doors to brownstones and windows of brownstones. And also any restaurants that had soft lighting and brick walls. Of which we found three in a row (including one without a name, we went inside and got the restaurant's card).
We ended up at Employees Only, which has phenomenal, phenomenal cocktails. I had a pisco sour just to remember Peru days and Puxoticus had a fruity something something.
A quick phone call later, Puxoticus and I were marching our way down Ninth Avenue past Chelsea, through the Meatpacking and into the West Village. We were theoretically in search of live music, but really we were obsessing about doors to brownstones and windows of brownstones. And also any restaurants that had soft lighting and brick walls. Of which we found three in a row (including one without a name, we went inside and got the restaurant's card).
We ended up at Employees Only, which has phenomenal, phenomenal cocktails. I had a pisco sour just to remember Peru days and Puxoticus had a fruity something something.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Just a regular Monday night
Well, given my recent proclamations about reclaiming my life in light of the madness that has been the last couple of months at work, I set about meeting Puxoticus for dinner in the West Village. Oh, the West Village, how I love you. I had spotted Tartine on Sunday as I wandered around peeping into people's expensive homes, and had made a mental note to return there. Because (1) French food, (2) very charming, (3) extensive windows which meant you viewed the charming, quaint W. Village neighbourhood in which you were in, and (4) (so it turned out - I didn't know this at the time) BYOB! Which is excellent b/c the $11 Merlot that Puxoticus picked up was absolutely spot on: smooth and velvety.
The food was very good: Puxy and I shared a goat cheese and walnut salad, and then she ate some vegetarian thing (notice how I paid no attention whatsoever to what she ate since it was vegetarian) and I ordered grilled saucisson. The sausage was absolutely delicious. My only complaint was that the plate was loaded with creamy potatoes, and not enough sausage. We followed the meal with a fruit tart. (We specifically wanted lemon tart but they were out so we settled for a raspberry/ blackberry tart).
I recommend this place, not least b/c it is in the heart of the West Village, and wandering around these beautiful homes will make you want to sell your soul to the devil and earn $$$. And that's not such a bad feeling to have from time to time, is it?
The food was very good: Puxy and I shared a goat cheese and walnut salad, and then she ate some vegetarian thing (notice how I paid no attention whatsoever to what she ate since it was vegetarian) and I ordered grilled saucisson. The sausage was absolutely delicious. My only complaint was that the plate was loaded with creamy potatoes, and not enough sausage. We followed the meal with a fruit tart. (We specifically wanted lemon tart but they were out so we settled for a raspberry/ blackberry tart).
I recommend this place, not least b/c it is in the heart of the West Village, and wandering around these beautiful homes will make you want to sell your soul to the devil and earn $$$. And that's not such a bad feeling to have from time to time, is it?
Monday, November 9, 2009
It's been a while
It feels like a lifetime and a half since I last blogged. I need to stop doing the sporadic posting thing and get on with writing REGULARLY.
I'm back in New York. Oh, wait, you didn't know I had gone somewhere? For the last two weeks, I have been in Washington, DC, prepping for and then attending a hearing for one of my cases. The last two weeks have been insane. You know it' s a bad thing when your body gets used to sleeping just 3 hours a night and anything more just seems luxurious and unnecessary! I learnt a lot during the experience -- not all good lessons, but still, lessons, nonetheless.
I'm back in New York. I'm in reassess mode. Well, I tend to over-analyze all the time anyway, but as the year draws to an end, and with this mega case over, I find myself . . . wondering. The usual questions: do I resume going to the gym or accept my present state, (2) do I ask for more work or do I just lay low for a while (I know, this betrays my workaholic nature), (3) do I want to do what I am doing and for how long, (4) where do I want to live, (5) should I invest in the present apartment (rented) and buy some more furniture . . .
Questions, questions.
The goal now is to chill a bit. Take it EASY.
To that end, I went this evening for a long walk, wandering the streets of the West Village, looking at gorgeous brownstones, and peeping through windows for glimpes (jealous ones) into the lifestyles of those who can afford to live in these places. So lovely. Fall is here, certainly, and the weather was fantastic today.
I should have more interesting posts, not least b/c I have concerts and plays coming up. And, yes, I will start reading again. And, hopefully, blogging more.
So, apologies for this mundane post but at least: I AM BACK.
I'm back in New York. Oh, wait, you didn't know I had gone somewhere? For the last two weeks, I have been in Washington, DC, prepping for and then attending a hearing for one of my cases. The last two weeks have been insane. You know it' s a bad thing when your body gets used to sleeping just 3 hours a night and anything more just seems luxurious and unnecessary! I learnt a lot during the experience -- not all good lessons, but still, lessons, nonetheless.
I'm back in New York. I'm in reassess mode. Well, I tend to over-analyze all the time anyway, but as the year draws to an end, and with this mega case over, I find myself . . . wondering. The usual questions: do I resume going to the gym or accept my present state, (2) do I ask for more work or do I just lay low for a while (I know, this betrays my workaholic nature), (3) do I want to do what I am doing and for how long, (4) where do I want to live, (5) should I invest in the present apartment (rented) and buy some more furniture . . .
Questions, questions.
The goal now is to chill a bit. Take it EASY.
To that end, I went this evening for a long walk, wandering the streets of the West Village, looking at gorgeous brownstones, and peeping through windows for glimpes (jealous ones) into the lifestyles of those who can afford to live in these places. So lovely. Fall is here, certainly, and the weather was fantastic today.
I should have more interesting posts, not least b/c I have concerts and plays coming up. And, yes, I will start reading again. And, hopefully, blogging more.
So, apologies for this mundane post but at least: I AM BACK.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Law and Order SVU
After spending the majority of the day (and the day being Saturday) at work, I really needed some time off. So, the siblings (R & P, and R's girlfriend, P2), came over for dinner (take-out, who has time to cook anymore!) and a marathon of Law and Order SVU. Except I got tied up at work until 915pm, but fortunately the siblings are ever entrepreneurial and brought their own set of keys to my apartment, so they were able to let themselves in at the appointed hour and make themselves comfortable in front of my television.
We watched four episodes in total. I'm not the biggest fan of this season. It's just a little too sensationalist for me. I want more gore and crime and less . . . fake drama. Because if you have rape and murder and sordid sex crimes, you have drama a-plenty without having to resort to some crap plot line about the new DA having a thing for Detective Stabler. We don't have time for those sorts of romances.
* * *
It's 230am so I should go to bed. But first, let me link to this article from Slate, which talks about whether cyclists should follow the rules for cars. Let me clear and unequivocal on this point: YES. I've said it before and I will say it again. If you are not in a wheelchair, in a pram, or riding a tricycle (OK fine, or a bicycle but only if you're less than 12 years old - arbitrarily picked age), then you should be ON THE ROAD and not on the pavement and you should be STOPPING AT THE RED LIGHT.
Because otherwise you get in my way as I walk to work. And in case you were wondering, well, see the previous post: I'm not a morning person, and I don't need you in the way.
* * *
I went on a ticket-buying spree today. Two concerts in November and one in December. Which ones, you ask? Well, I've got to keep you on your toes. So keep checking this blog regularly, and you'll find out soon enough.
We watched four episodes in total. I'm not the biggest fan of this season. It's just a little too sensationalist for me. I want more gore and crime and less . . . fake drama. Because if you have rape and murder and sordid sex crimes, you have drama a-plenty without having to resort to some crap plot line about the new DA having a thing for Detective Stabler. We don't have time for those sorts of romances.
* * *
It's 230am so I should go to bed. But first, let me link to this article from Slate, which talks about whether cyclists should follow the rules for cars. Let me clear and unequivocal on this point: YES. I've said it before and I will say it again. If you are not in a wheelchair, in a pram, or riding a tricycle (OK fine, or a bicycle but only if you're less than 12 years old - arbitrarily picked age), then you should be ON THE ROAD and not on the pavement and you should be STOPPING AT THE RED LIGHT.
Because otherwise you get in my way as I walk to work. And in case you were wondering, well, see the previous post: I'm not a morning person, and I don't need you in the way.
* * *
I went on a ticket-buying spree today. Two concerts in November and one in December. Which ones, you ask? Well, I've got to keep you on your toes. So keep checking this blog regularly, and you'll find out soon enough.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday Update
I'm not doing so well with blogging regularly, am I?
I try, I try. Or I don't try enough. Ah, story of my life.
I've been under the weather. Caught a horrific cold/ cough/ sore throat/ fever (I suppose it would have been more succinct to just say flu, I suppose, but that conjures up images nowadays of H1N1 and all that jazz). I'm over the worst of it now, I think, though I am still phlegmatic as hell. Yes, you'll know where I have been if you check the waste paper baskets and find them full of used tissues displaying copious amounts of green and yellow mucus.
And now I have lost my only reader? Or attracted a new teenage fan crowd, quite possibly. But seriously I cannot be the only person who blows his nose and immediately inspects the product. Although perhaps sophisticated and serious bloggers don't blog about such stuff?
Ah, this is all taking a turn for the worse. This is a problem with blogging perhaps -- not enough self-editing? Like right now I could go back and erase all that I have typed and start over again. But instead I'll talk about doing that, all the while leaving the original content for you to read. Instead, dear reader, use your imagination and conjure up a world in which the mucus paragraphs did not exist, as though I had never typed them! There you go, now was that so hard?
I have a problem getting out of bed in the morning. It's not really a problem waking up. That part is fine. But right after that I pop open my laptop, check my e-mail, surf the web for international law news, then regular news, then I read my favourite blogs, check the weather, listen to a song or two on myspace or itunes store, contemplate whether or not to buy a new song, download it, listen to it on repeat a couple of times to get it into my system . . . oh, you get the picture.
Which means I am always late to work.
Bad Caveboy.
I try, I try. Or I don't try enough. Ah, story of my life.
I've been under the weather. Caught a horrific cold/ cough/ sore throat/ fever (I suppose it would have been more succinct to just say flu, I suppose, but that conjures up images nowadays of H1N1 and all that jazz). I'm over the worst of it now, I think, though I am still phlegmatic as hell. Yes, you'll know where I have been if you check the waste paper baskets and find them full of used tissues displaying copious amounts of green and yellow mucus.
And now I have lost my only reader? Or attracted a new teenage fan crowd, quite possibly. But seriously I cannot be the only person who blows his nose and immediately inspects the product. Although perhaps sophisticated and serious bloggers don't blog about such stuff?
Ah, this is all taking a turn for the worse. This is a problem with blogging perhaps -- not enough self-editing? Like right now I could go back and erase all that I have typed and start over again. But instead I'll talk about doing that, all the while leaving the original content for you to read. Instead, dear reader, use your imagination and conjure up a world in which the mucus paragraphs did not exist, as though I had never typed them! There you go, now was that so hard?
I have a problem getting out of bed in the morning. It's not really a problem waking up. That part is fine. But right after that I pop open my laptop, check my e-mail, surf the web for international law news, then regular news, then I read my favourite blogs, check the weather, listen to a song or two on myspace or itunes store, contemplate whether or not to buy a new song, download it, listen to it on repeat a couple of times to get it into my system . . . oh, you get the picture.
Which means I am always late to work.
Bad Caveboy.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sorry
Yes, yes, I've been away from my computer, so I've not been blogging. My home computer, that is. I've been chained to my work computer, down in Peru. Unfortunately, cookies or some such were disabled on my work computer, and java script editor something or the other likewise did not work. Which meant I could not log on to my blog to, well, blog.
Thus starving you of my wit and entertainment. You poor souls. How have you managed without me?
Very well, it appears (he noted, bitterly).
I'm back in New York. Spent the day hiking about 2 hours away from the city. Was a ton of fun. I would write more, but I'm exhausted. Which leaves you thinking two weeks away and all we got was this lousy blog entry? To which I say, yes.
Thus starving you of my wit and entertainment. You poor souls. How have you managed without me?
Very well, it appears (he noted, bitterly).
I'm back in New York. Spent the day hiking about 2 hours away from the city. Was a ton of fun. I would write more, but I'm exhausted. Which leaves you thinking two weeks away and all we got was this lousy blog entry? To which I say, yes.
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