2004-11-23 - 11:27 a.m.

I apologize to the masses that come to this site everyday wanting to read what high jinx libbyfish has gotten up to. I know I have let you down. Don’t for one minute think that I don’t love and appreciate each and every one of you… all five of you!
I know I have been lax. But when the big wigs come to town I just can’t sit and compose the way I would like to. My boss has a penchant for reading over my shoulder and wondering aloud as to why I am not working. Sadly though nothing that exciting happened last week. So I will have to make it up.
We had an event last Monday that, for whatever reason, needed twenty two people from London to help run it. It was a one-day event! Yeah, I questioned that myself considering that they are cracking down on expenses. The London office must have some sort of arrangement that allows for Christmas shopping on the company’s dime. So other than the four hundred meetings I was forced to endure, not much to report.
But, I did have K in town two weeks ago and that was good times. Neither K or her friend are used to walking everywhere like I am, so I don’t think that they believed me when I said, “Wear comfortable shoes, we are going to walk our asses off!” I am a fast walker, even if I am just out for a walk I am in it to win it. I think they were really getting annoyed with me because I was usually at least 5- 10 feet in front of them at any given time. I really need to work on that when I have visitors. Not everyone is trained in the tourist dodge. You know, where you have to bob and weave to avoid the masses that just stop right in front of you to take a picture of the Mr. Peanut billboard.
Her friend has never been to NY so we did the usual touristy things, Central Park, Fifth Avenue, Rockefeller Center, Time Square, SoHo, Chinatown, Statue of Liberty… none of that seemed to impress her friend as much as the inside of a bar though. Not that there is anything wrong with that… God knows libbyfish loves her some drinks, but really, not at 11 AM on a Saturday.
I had decided to make K a birthday dinner on Saturday since I wouldn’t be there for her real birthday. We went down to Chinatown to get shrimp and crab legs to make some seafood pasta (MMMMMMM). Of course we all ate way too much and K and I slipped into a serious food coma. A coma so deep that someone should have pulled the plug. I would have been happy to just lie there and not move. But no, her friend was not about to let us lay there like a couple of sausages, we had to go out and live it up. I have a theory that I call the Sex and the City factor. I think people get an idea in their heads that New York is actually like that and we all go out and drink our faces off every Saturday night. I am just not that cool, I hate to disappoint my friends when they come here, but I don’t go to all the hip and happening new bars and restaurants every Saturday. On a usual Saturday night you will find P and I half way through the second bottle of wine flipping through the channels looking for some documentary to watch. Saturday night is amateur night us hard-core drinkers go out on a Tuesday!
But, like the super athlete that I am, I pushed through the pain and went out. We didn’t stay out until four, which I think was her plan and wish… but as I say to all my visitors, “Just because they are open to 4, doesn’t mean we are staying ‘til then.”
I had another old friend in town this weekend, but didn’t actually hook up with him until Sunday. Drinking on a Sunday always seems so naughty. Maybe it goes back to when I was in school; I was never allowed to do anything fun on a school night. You should be preparing for the upcoming week, getting your head around what needs to be done to become that super individual that you want to be when you grow up. But there I was having some sketchy beer out of a pitcher at a sketchy frat boy bar. How is it you just never feel drunk when you are drinking from a pitcher? This is something that has puzzled me for years and I seriously think being drunk may be a state of mind. I know that when I have four pints of beer, I will be feeling drunk, however, after four hundredth cup of beer out of a pitcher I feel just fine. Of course it may be that when you get a pitcher it’s not high quality beer, it’s usually Bud or Bud light. I feel a scientific experiment coming on, who’s with me? Let me know if you would like to participate. Hey! It’s for science. However, be warned that you may be required to drink copious amounts of beer or that you may be asked to be the control group. Someone has to get me home.
After three weekends in a row with visitors, I will be happy to have some time alone with P. I have been told under no circumstance will anyone be staying with us this weekend. And really, I just want to get back to our usual Saturday of two bottles of wine and a documentary on cheese making.

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