Saturday, March 18, 2006
Saturday Morn
I told you I'd be back. This weekend is a working one, like so many others. But last night I got a brief reprieve in the way of dinner with my favorite guy, Le Doug. We walked a bit after work down Park Avenue South, as the drunks made their ways back to Grand Central. When there are a lot of drunks on the trains, such as on Saint Patrick's Day or New Year's Eve, I call the trains, "Vomit Comets," for obvious reasons.
We ate at Les Halles on 28th Street. Le Doug loves French bistros and I love a full-bodied Bordeaux. We had a Cote du Rhone with dinner, instead, which was also quite nice. Variety, my friends, variety.
That is what Friday night should be: A nice dinner with your fella coupled with a good bottle of wine. No drinking your face off at some yuppie watering hole and then going home to throw up in your bathtub. How is that a productive use of your time?
Then Le Doug, always the gentleman, walked me to my door before he took off to go meet an old friend. I read the new issue of Jane magazine. I'm actually starting to like that magazine after years of snubbing it. Perhaps Brandon Holley is doing right.
