Posted October 18th, 2003 by Michelle

The only problem with quitting my icky and very short-lived former job is not being up later than Ian anymore. It’s almost 3:30 for chrissakes and he hasn’t posted his blog yet. I, however, am. Posting my blog. I’m also up. With a cat on my lap.

Kellie and I had dinner at the… uh… it’s a culinary school that does a dinner every Friday night but it’s all vegan! I’ll give props where props are due when I can figure out where we were. It was a spectacular dinner, and I brought two bottles of wine, both from Ian’s and Tessa’s wedding (one rehearsal dinner wine, one reception). Kellie and I were munching on mushroom casserole and then a pear tart when we decided that she would call in sick to work tomorrow and that we would grab our camping gear and go upstate. Then I remembered that my camping gear is in a box moving slowly towards California, and that she brought her gear to her parents’ house some three hours away.

So, instead we went to McSorley’s where we were instantly thickened by a bachelor party of twenty men. They were everywhere, surrounding us, prodding us, buying us beers when we hadn’t breathed on our first. One guy draped an arm around me and then put his mouth to my ear, and within seconds I had found out that he was the one to be married in a week. I grabbed Kellie and ran for my life- but not before I was grabbed by a man from my past. Mr. Republican Pro-Life Pro-Rich Pro-Death Penalty grabbed my arm as we fought our way towards the door. I hadn’t seen him since the fateful night when we discussed politics and I left him standing outside a restaurant in the East Village. He was distraught that I never called him back, begged to be given a second shot. I said, “Call me if you change your politics, and besides, I’m moving to California”.

And now, home, in my apartment where my landlord seems to keep forgetting to turn on the heat. Four blankets and a warm cat await. Things could be worse. It could be four blankets and a cold Republican.