Wednesday, March 07, 2007
How many licks to the center of the Tootsie Pop?
The second glass is always easier than the first. For some reason I forgot to drink alcohol. Really that sounds ridiculous and I understand that.
Bruce is pulling some long ass hours for the next four months. I know that I am the one who suggested that he work these hours and I know that for him to make it in his industry he has no choice. I also know that it’s boring at night in the suburbs.
For the last few weeks I have found solace in reading the blogs of people who live in cities. New York, London, LA, Paris. I miss it so much. It’s like my soul is bleeding and I have no way to close the wound. I am so sincerely jealous of the city: Starbucks on every corner, Live music, Art shows, Museums, Homeless people, Public transportation, Parks, Cabs.
The combination of Bruce being away and my growing ennui with the suburbs resulted in a trip to the booze isle at Target. They really DO have everything. So like I said, the second glass is always easier than the first but it’s really the third and fourth that interest me. Because, you see, once the fourth glass has been poured, there is no reason to not finish off the bottle.