Happy Friday, Lovers!

Whoa.

Are you sitting down? I think you better sit down for this.

Yesterday I was too busy DOING WORK to post.

I know, I’m still reeling from the shock, too. Hold me.

Alright, so maybe it was less “work” and more “oddball tasks for Easier’s upcoming trip to China” but the point remains: I was actually doing stuff for the people who pay me besides reading the entire internet and Google-chatting and being hungover. Granted, a large portion of my morning was spent printing, hole-punching and binding a few hundred pages worth of background reading for Easier’s trip. Ah yes, that English degree from Overpriced Private University really bolstered my hole-punching skills. Oh, this Midtown Holding Pattern. I did, however, put my superior gift-wrapping skills to use for the books that Easier is giving to businessmen in China. I wanted to give them Yankees hats, but he went the safe route with autographed copies of latest tome by SuperRich Nice Hedge Fund Owner. Boring!

Hypothetically, what is the minimum length requirement for a bender? A week? Two? I don’t think I qualify, but it’s been quite a drunken week starting off with Tuesday’s Smelly Slumber Party. Wednesday brought drinks with co-workers followed by Yuenglings, cheesesteaks and the Phillies game with J & A. Then last night was M’s big send off, marking the end of a great few weeks of post-running class partying. We washed two games of pool down with a few pitchers, headed downtown to catch College Friend J play bass for a singer/songwriter’s set on the Lower East Side, then rounded out the night with more beer and delicious macaroni and cheese at midnight. Somewhere around 3:30AM I lost the ability to speak in coherent sentences. Hey, good thing I'm not running a 10 mile race on the beach tomorrow with SisterOh- oh wait. Fuck. Anyway, this week kicked ass, utter lack of sleep aside. I’m going to have a great train nap on my way to the beach this afternoon, I can already tell. I’ll open my GRE study book and I’ll be out like a light in two minutes flat. Perfect.

While I sort of did work yesterday, I definitely didn’t do any work today. At lunch I took a little stroll through Central Park to watch a few innings of Cycling Friend R's corporate softball game. His team was playing The Today Show, and sure enough, there was Tiki Barber playing centerfield, looking goofy as all get out in a tshirt and baseball pants. I hate the Giants, but now that he’s retired I want to hang out with him and watch sports and get really pumped up about hi-def television. He’s like a real-life cartoon character! I missed my chance to say hi, though, because I was too busy resisting the urge to yell, “Pitcher’s got a big butt!” when Cycling Friend R was on the mound. He was lobbing beach balls out there, and I didn’t think his ego could withstand the abuse.

I spent the rest of the afternoon buying tickets to various upcoming concerts. Ticketmaster, stop kidding yourself: There is nothing “convenient” for me about tacking on ten bucks to every ticket purchase. Let's call a spade a spade, you bastards.