There are most definitely good reasons to have wine at one’s disposal. When friends come by, when you’re making a nice dinner, when you have a nice evening of movies and snacks planned to end a hard week — they’re all good times to open up a bottle. Wine is wonderful and we should all drink it. But keeping random bottles of cheap, not particularly tasty wine around the house leads to one thing and one thing alone: Sad Gal Drinking Hour.
I spent 20 years living in Candor, NY. I spent 5 years living in Rochester, NY. I spent 1 year living in my car, on couches, floors, friend’s beds, in airports, hotels, on planes, and occasionally in Starbucks. And as of today I’ve spent 1 year living in Brooklyn, NY.
Of the last 365 nights I slept: 3 of them in DC 7 in Boston 7 in Chicago 8 in Austin 9 in Rochester 21 in Candor and 311 of them in Brooklyn
That is almost certainly the most stationary I’ve been in the last 3 years.
The past 12 months have been trying, heartbreaking, bankbreaking, amazing, inspiring, exhausting and worth every penny. Seven people I love have gotten married. I have two new cousins, a brother-in-law, and a handful of new friends. I lost an amazing friend. I’ve gone to more shows than I can keep track of, seen tons of comedy, and multiple amazing designers speak. I watched the bats fly out from under the Congress Ave bridge in Austin, I saw Lonely Island be interviewed by Aziz Ansari, I saw Bright Eyes with the Manhattan skyline in the background, I saw Jon Hamm & Paul Rudd read from Jon Glaser’s book. I’ve danced with some of my best friends until I could barely walk the next day. I’ve fallen asleep on the subway and missed my stop on a lot of Saturday nights. I’ve eaten more 2am bagels than I should admit. I’ve cried on the subway hard enough that strangers have asked me if I’m ok. And I wouldn’t change any of it.
- Worked at a farm in Red Hook - Got incredibly sunburned (including a sweet line from wearing gloves) - Helped plant 160 feet of kohlrabi - Got hit on while leaving and was given a number… now I can never go back because I am so not calling - Went to the Russian Baths with Leanna - Had a large Russian man give me a massage, which at one point involved him kneeling on my back - Had to ride on the bus twice (gross)
And now: - I am watching Bill Cunningham New York (I wish he would be my friend because I think he might be the cutest little old man I’ve ever seen) and drinking a Mexican Coke.