Guess I'm just plum worn out. There aren't enough Humphrey Bogart movies to get me through the sickies. I am sick, discouraged, and exhausted.
This week is jam-packed:
Tonight I'm going to see Tom Stoppard's new play on Broadway - Jumpers. Can't wait. A friend of mine saw it in London and said it was one of the most exciting pieces of theatre she had ever seen in her life. Another friend saw it here in New York and said it was like "Chinese water torture". I trust the opinions of both friends, so I'm excited to see for myself. I love Stoppard. He's a true treasure, a giant.
Friday night, I'm heading out to see "Cold Fury" Mike, in town to play a show with his band. Cannot wait. Saw one of his shows at the Knitting Factory and literally danced for two hours straight, without taking one break. You hear him play, and if you are able to sit still, then you basically have no heart and no rhythm.
And then Saturday night, is an entire evening devoted to the farewell of a dear friend who is moving with her husband to Colorado. It's going to be 8 women, all of us traipsing from bar to bar, we have plans to actually dance on a bar at some point, and we're all having a massive sleepover at a loft in the Village. The evening will probably end at circa 4 a.m.
I am in NO condition for any of these activities. Yet I will whip my sorry ass into shape, and attend ALL of them. None of them are to be missed.
And so I will not go gently into that good Manhattan night. I persevere. In between coughs and shots of Robitussin.
Posted by sheilaGet better, sweetie. And tell us about The Stoppard. He's The King.
Posted by: Alex at June 2, 2004 11:34 AMAbout 500 mL of Vodka (preferably Pshchenichnaya, but Stoli will do in a pinch)and 1000mg of Vitamin C should set you right. Always worked for me in Russia. The Vodka has to be drunk in one gulp, though. It'll kill what ails you, if it doesn't kill you.
Posted by: John at June 2, 2004 11:35 AM"if it doesn't kill you"
How comforting. I think I might have to try it!
Posted by: red at June 2, 2004 11:40 AMI think you can get Pshchnichnaya in Brooklyn. The name means "Wheat" - no potatoes in the stuff. The really good stuff is the Byelorussian herb vodka Byela Bashna - "White Tower", reputed to be Stalin's favorite. I've never seen it here.
Posted by: John at June 2, 2004 11:45 AMO vodka! What would I ever do without thee?
Drink more beer and more rum, I imagine. ;-)
See, you're not allowed to be sick: you have stuff to do. So get better and have a great time.
Posted by: Dave J at June 2, 2004 12:58 PMI thought original Russian vodka had anti-freeze in it. You strained the rust out with your teeth.
Posted by: Outlaw3 at June 2, 2004 12:59 PMOutlaw: that's not Vodka, that's Samogon (homebrew). I drank some the color and viscosity of motor oil, it's a wonder my liver didn't fall out. Vodka production is one of the few areas where the Tsarist quality control was maintained through the Soviet era.
Posted by: John at June 2, 2004 01:05 PMPlease give Mike a big, sloppy kiss on the lips for me. Slip him a little tongue while you're at it.
Posted by: Emily at June 2, 2004 02:09 PMI know how precisely how you feel, the body aches are in my knees today and I'm one miserable bastard. My body is screaming at me "sleep! you need sleep!", and I think I'm going to listen to it today.
Posted by: Bill McCabe at June 2, 2004 02:27 PMRed - Where is Mike going to play on Friday? While I read him daily, I didn't see anything about his next NY gig. Let me know and I'll buy you all the vodka in the house. Love, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at June 3, 2004 12:44 PM