I woke this morning an hour later than I normally do on a weekday. I woke alone, in a giant four poster king size bed, in a corner room, paneled entirely in some rich oak looking wood, high over Park Avenue. I was not hung over, exactly. Not really. Just tired from the steady consumption of excellent bourbon, fine single malt, and first rate wines (both white and red) over the space of some five-six hours the night before. I include the roof top cocktail party with the stunning view of the Chrysler Building all lit up. Beautiful night for it.
There is something to be said for going to bed alone after having overindulged in good food, fine spirits, and diverting conversation. Something neatly self contained about taking all the fellowship and happiness and walking away with it tucked into your breast pocket. Sends you off to bed with a warm glow. Maybe that was the single malt, of course.
I think I am going to like these monthly obligations -- attending a board meeting in black tie (cause I love getting dressed up!), socializing, drinking, eating, etc. A reminder of life before children when your obligations to others was more theoretical and you could seek your own pleasure, within limits, without worrying overly much about the consequences.
Today, however, I am a bit less useful than normal. A residual effect of the booze, despite my best attempts to sweat it out in the fitness center before coming to work.
Posted by Random Penseur at September 28, 2005 12:15 PM | TrackBackAh, the things we must endure....
Glad you had an enjoyable evening RP!
Posted by: Wicked H at September 28, 2005 12:27 PMGlad you enjoyed yourself; sounds wonderful. :-)
Posted by: Amber at September 28, 2005 01:54 PMBourbon, single malt, and wine? Holy cow, RP. If it was me, I'd have woken up 6 hours later, with an imprint of the toilet bowl on my forehead.
Posted by: Howard at September 28, 2005 03:54 PMHoward, I went to sleep at 11 and woke at 5:45. I was on the elliptical torture machine at 6:15 and stayed on for 50 minutes or some 700+ calories. That turned out to be the high point of my day, I'm afeared.
Posted by: RP at September 28, 2005 04:03 PMI do admire a man who can mix his drinks. Or maybe it's a man who can drink mixed drinks. Sounds like you had a good time.
Posted by: Jocelyn at September 28, 2005 04:28 PMThat my friend, (to use a term that's probably 10 years younger than I am) is hardcore. Up at 6:15 working out after a night of drinking, are you sure you're not a star in a 50's movie? :)
I'm afraid I'd still be asleep a good 12 hrs after somehow making it up to my room by the grace of some sympathetic soul. Either that or I would have woke up somewhere entirely different without a wallet and only half my clothes. I'm a cheap drink drunk, and a cuddly one at that.
Posted by: Oorgo at September 28, 2005 07:31 PMDid I misread this? Given your post and then the comment above am I to believe that you ROUTINELY wake up at 4:45 in the morning?
*shudders*
You morning people amaze me.
Posted by: Margi at September 29, 2005 02:44 AMLOL Margi, at 4:45 in the morning I'm letting the dogs out one last time before heading out the door myself.
The best thing about being on the early shift is having your afternoons free.
Posted by: Ted at September 29, 2005 08:41 AMActually, this post raises some troubling questinos for me, which I enumerate at http://mthollywood.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-this-life-of-haute-booboisie-i-drop.html
I'd be interested to read RP's response.
Posted by: John Bruce at September 29, 2005 01:04 PMJust in case you all were wondering, I replied to John via email.
Posted by: RP at September 29, 2005 03:32 PMIf we didn't over-indulge from time to time, it wouldn't be as much fun when we do it :)
Posted by: Helen at September 30, 2005 07:15 AMHoly Hangovers, batman!
A lawyer in a black tie, drinking by the light of the Chrysler building..
Damn. Now,I want my own TV show too. Danny Bonaduce is a poser.
Posted by: Rob at October 2, 2005 10:51 PM