living vicariously: weekend diary of a twenty-something
Friday, March 28
7:30 pm / I should be swan-diving into bed for my customary TGIF nap, but instead, I'm with some acquaintances for post-work drinks at an uptown bar that's taking it's best shot at "trendy" (read: surly hostess, pricey drinks and low back-killing banquettes). A few drinks and half a week's pay later, I'm scanning my brain and exchanging glances with Boyfriend, calculating a polite exit strategy.
9:00 pm / Boyfriend and I settle into a booth at Blockheads, a lowbrow Mexican chain that he loves for the cheap margaritas and that I love for the liberal application of cheese in the quesadillas.
11:00 pm / Next,we swing by The Auction House, a gem of a bar that's decked out in antique mirrors, dusty crystal chandeliers, and tin ceilings. A few pints of dark beer and we are ready to call it a night. After all, I have to save enough energy to climb the SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to Boyfriend's apartment. Six. Flights.
Saturday, March 29
2:00 pm / I've been calling the fine
citizens of Texas from an Obama phone bank, saying my piece about the
merits of voting. I'm disheartened when one woman asks twice in three
minutes (a tinge of disgust in her voice) if Obama's really a Muslim.
10:00 pm / I head over to the Museum of Modern Art for a dance party deejayed by emcees from an indie electronic record label. The place is full of brightly-dressed, dizzy hipsters dancing (interpretively) and wrestling on a giant twister matt located on the balcony overlooking the crowd. I think that this is why I live in New York City.
Sunday, March 30
1:00 pm / When I finally wake up, I stumble to the kitchen and toast a bagel the size of a Frisbee.
3:00 pm / After watching a rerun of Lipstick Jungle (I can't resist) and thumbing through US Weekly (I can't resist), I try to wash away my pop-culture consumption sins with a few chapters of Atonement, all-too-aptly titled for the occasion.
8:00 pm / I cook sloppy joes, baked beans and tater tots for dinner and wash it all down with a Sunkist. Then I pass out from food coma with Atonement sprawled across my chest -- excellent physical and mental preparation for a work week...
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