When I was working with ABCD company, I went out and ate and drank at night. A LOT. I have a friend from college who lives here in the city, and she made the transition to being ina new city so much easier, and we went out one night just about every week. Then, I started to become friendly with all the other consultants on the project and they were all boozebags so on the other nights, I would hang out with them. Add this up with the Embassy Suites manager's reception from 5:30 to 7:30 nightly, with free cocktails and snacky things, and you can probably figure out why my last assignment was so much fun, but not so nice for my brain cells and the size of my ass.
THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW
At LMNOP company, there are few fewer consultants (and they are nice but we are all working on different things which makes the sense of comradarie different) and I am sure that things will pick up, maybe a drink or a quick bite to eat after work or something in later days, but I'm feeling that this six months is my opportunity to really hit the gym, catch up on my reading, string some beads, and become more cultured. I'm in Philadelphia, dammit, and there is a lot to do, and my nights are my own, and I am smack-dab in the city and I do not need to get a babysitter to watch the boy, because well, he's at home with his dad.
So on Monday as you know I felt crappy, ate shit, stayed in, etc. Last night I met College Friend and her husband for a margarita and a little dinner. No gym, but I did watch the Biggest Loser. That counts for something, right? Tonight, my plans were to go to the Philadelphia Free Library for a book reading. Bring on the culture.
IF THINE EYE OFFENDS THEE, PLUCK IT OUT AND CAST IT FROM THEE
So, this is what my eye looks like. And it's spreading to the other one. So, I will not be going to see Alice Sebold read from her new novel tonight.
socializing