Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Erin Go Blah

I spent what used to be my favorite holiday in the city with my gal Ames. Unfortunately, we only went to two very lame and boring pubs, and had dinner at what must be the only diner that DIDN'T serve fish-n-chips. I was so far from drunk. I did no dancing. I heard no live music, never mind Irish music. I did not enjoy the company of men in uniform. Instead I stood around some boring pub with two complete dorks who weren't exactly sparkling conversationalists. We were in bed before 11pm.

Amy seemed to be having a great time, so all was not lost. I'm glad I was able to spend time with my friend. I just wish, for once, I could have a real St. Paddy's day. It's been two years in a row now where all I did was stand around a stupid bar listening to pre-recorded music talking to boring locals. Things I could do anywhere, any night of the year.

Oh well. there's always next year.

Now that I'm done being whiny and selfish, it was SO great to see Ameleh so happy and comfortable in her neighborhood, in her little Manhattan apartment. Something about her has really relaxed. She always seemed a little on edge, but since she's living in the city, a layer of stress has been removed from her life. For her, she's living life to the fullest. She dates, she has a short commute to work, less than 30 minutes, she has a local gym, she cooks for herself, she has a killer rockstar hairdo, and she sleeps at home in her own apartment. She's independent, and in the middle of everything. To quote myself circa 2002, she's got life by the balls.

I remember that feeling. She deserves this. She's worked hard and waited a long time for it. I'm proud of her.

Unfortunately, I ate cheeseburgers and nachos and drank just enough alcohol last night to completely blow my diet, for, like, the whole week. So now, I have to re-fuel, clean out my system, and get to the gym. Last week I had the flu. This week, I'm just undisciplined, I suppose. Granted it's only Wed, but I'm pretty sure I won't see a loss on the scale, and I know my stomach ain't any slimmer. At this rate I'll be wearing the fat suit on the beach this July, and I am NOT HAVING THAT. I really need to commit here. Maybe today, tomorrow and Friday, I can still salvage?

Let's give it a try.

Next voice lesson: Sunday at 4. I'm learning "Here's that Rainy Day." It's beautiful, a classic torch song, languid and pensive. We'll see how it goes.


Pua; Bakin' and Tendin' Bar said...

I spent it at a bowling alley watching Charlie bowl. They actually had green lights illuminating the alleys, were piping in Irish jigs, and they served corned beef tacos (which were diet-breaking KILLER!). I had two and half of one of Charlie's while he wasn't looking. I am remorseless. :)

Maybe next year, I can come to NY and we can go find a "real" St. Patty's Day celebration!


Jess said...

Don't kick yourself over the diet. I've been seriously focused on my diet for six months, and I'm making progress. Even so, we've had days where I knew I'd be miserable if I stuck to the diet (holiday parties, events with friends, etc.), so I let myself off the diet just for that day. Then I'd hop right back on the diet the next day. It has worked fine. I'm down 22 pounds. I still have a very long way to go, but if I don't have the occasional "fun" days, I won't make it for the long haul.