The Lost Weekend
So now it is actually the night of Halloween and I am too tired to go to any parties. This past Friday evening I went to S and B's excellent Halloween Masquerade Fiesta, complete with oompa Loompa, Depp era Willie Wonka, the fabulous and unforgettable "Head of the Harbor" (hand painted by the great pal M), an intriguing Friar, a few scary Jason masks, Elvis from the nose up, Caesar's daughter and a bevy of other great costumes that had just the right spirit and style to make you feel like people weren't so jaded after all. There were a few people dressed as "hipsters who are too cool to wear a costume" and I found that inspiring too ; )
I ran into some old regulars from the bar, that was fun, especially because I seem to always think I know people - as if from some other life I led - and normally I am wrong and they end up filing mental restraining orders against my insistence. But this time I said nothing and, naturally, turned out to be right : ) Gosh, neat! Bonding ensued.
As the party wore on, only a handful of people stayed and we ended up playing some music on the guitar and singing and listening, which was a nice surprise. Although S wasn't feeling Purple Rain, which was maybe the only real disappointment of the night, it was otherwise exceptional on all fronts. There was a point when I decided to roll around on the floor as a not terribly well thought out homage to Stevie wonder, but otherwise no major injuries were sustained AND I caught a cab right outside and was driven home very directly, which was a great cap to a solid evening.
Saturday I rose as early as possible (did not get into bed until after 3am, not surprisingly) and ventured out to Haverill for a grown up party at C and A's sweet new suburban palace (complete with 2 cats). Listened to John Coltrane's Black Pearls (for cred points only), briefly considered becoming a Software Documentation writer, drank really excellent bourbon and ended up staying up late and talking with A which was a major highlight. Got rides both ways (I do lead a charmed life) and the ride home was like a foliage tour of New England, except rather than discussing the history of the deciduous forests of Andover, C and I spent the ride waxing nostalgic about old friends and times, discussing psychological pathology and expounding upon the perils of house hunting in the modern age (C).
Spent Sunday night eating take out from the box, IMing with Miss K, talking to my mom and watching Cool Hand Luke. I am so tired, I can't get it together to go out tonight at all. Albeit a blast, this weekend had its tithe. Sleep was lost, mistakes were made, smokes were smoked, drinks were drank, silly things were said, hopes were dashed... but all that said, the Lost weekend was entirely worth it... and really not well named when you consider the grave tribulations of the real Lost Weekend.
In conclusion, although I am essentially a light weight (especially relatively), this weekend reminded me that such careless neglect indeed has its consequences. Thusly, I am resolved, after all of this indulgence, to make myself into the super yoga attending non-smoking non-drinking healthy eating glowing beautiful earth mama I know I can be from now on - or at least this week. I'm committing in baby steps, because it's what I can do today that matters. It is. I read it in a magazine.
