Wellllllllll, here it is at 4:00 on an April Saturday. Don’t know what I am going to do tonight.
Who knows if I should go out? I don’t think I can be trusted “out”. It’s just like when I learned that I could not be “trusted” to *not* over-drink Obolon, the 1 liter beer served at the parties at the Ukrainian club back in Philly.
Last night was Friday [of the week TT and I went down].
I shall say I’ve held it together quite nicely this week. I packed my lunch… I stayed in and watched TV with Blake all week… Did my laundry Thursday… Naturally, Friday was mine.
Blake invited me to a party last night, way up in the top of Greenpoint. She and I have been hanging out a lot…! We’re becoming close friends. She keeps me from being too sad or angry…. And her friends are cool! The party was in a massive warehouse, filled with people.
The party appeared cooler than it was in actuality, so we headed to what will be (one of) my new local spots, Lulu’s. I can’t quite describe Lulu’s. Inside, it is a very tall, dark building… With high tin ceilings… But there is not a lot of room there… And there might be an upstairs. Outside, it is a nondescript brick box of indeterminate recent era.
Blake and I chilled with Maria, Maria’s friends Jane and Brian, and lots of other people. It was so cool, and they all knew the bartender… So we received several rounds of *free*, yes free drinks.
(I think I remember now that one of my other rules for drinking is no open bar, which I guess should also mean no free drinks.)
We were scooting up the dance floor to Steely Dan’s “Dirty Work”, ELO’s “Don’t Bring Me Down”, Rod Stewart’s “Young Hearts” and so many other classics, singing our hearts out.
I needed that Friday, and I went for it. However!
I get tired on Fridays.
So I crashed at one point and said a hasty goodbye.
“Charli…. Do you know how to get home from here…?” Blake asked.
“Of course! It’s down the street!” I said, casting her off.
I made my way out of Lulu’s and down Greenpoint Avenue, make a left.
Yep, that’s the way home.
But….. I don’t remember this dirt street from the way here…. But I know I am going in the right direction… But…. why… am I standing beneath… the elevated passageway… between two massive empty warehouses?
I looked around in a panic.
West Street?
I had never heard of it.
I looked around again.
I knew I was headed in the correct general direction…
I booked it. I ran as fast as I could away from those warehouses until I wound up at… A dead end on Quay Street. Quay Street?? To my right was the water! I had no choice but to make a left.
The next block was familiar again!
I walked myself straight to Meserole Avenue, crossing Banker Street. My heart was racing.
Feeling so freed and comforted without TT, I thought I could keep that easy momentum. But instead I did something stupid….
Drank too much and walked home alone…. Through the most sketchy area ever.
deux mille six 