I spent most of the day today cleaning my house. My living room is beautiful; the Christmas tree is gone; and I am listening to Leonard Cohen's "Who By the Fire."
Even though I "went to bed happy" the other night, I had some trouble falling asleep. My insomnia seems to be rearing its ugly head a little bit. On Friday morning I did my exercise bike and watched some TV before heading out to meet Joe, a friend from AA, at a meeting on the Lower East Side. The sky was bellowing with thunder and flashing with lightning. It was very dramatisch and I loved it.
The meeting was held in a yoga studio and so we had to take our shoes off before going in. As luck would have it, I was wearing my über-lace up Doc Martins. It was a good meeting with a different crowd than what I'm used to. I was surprised to see Pixie at the meeting as well. Afterwards, she and Joe and I went for a walk. Joe and I had plans to see her play later that afternoon. Obviously, she had to head over there earlier. So, Joe and I ate fried chicken and chatted for a while and smoked a few cigarettes and then went to the theater-- PS 122. Pixie is part of a theater company and was both a co-writer, a producer and a performer in this play. It won all sorts of awards at some Fringe Festivals and they had performed a run in Edinburgh a few years ago. In any case, it was a beautiful play (albeit a different kind of theater experience than what I'm used to!) and it was awesome to get to see her many talents in action.
Two other women from our home group came to see the show also and afterwards we all headed over to Telephone Bar across the street. Pixie's parents were there along with her Aunt Carol, so we all ended up sitting together. It was nice.
When the meal was done, our AA friends left for a speaking engagement, her parents headed back to NJ and Pixie, Joe and I walked over to a coffee shop near Washington Square Park to play scrabble. I had so much fun (and won the game, might I add). By the time I got home, I was exhausted-- partially from the lack of sleep and the long day, but also partially because I felt a little nauseated. I decided to go to bed early.
As usual, I had trouble falling asleep. I was tossing and turning quite a bit before I got up, took a shower and tried again. Then, at about 2:15 AM Narc called me.
"I'm coming to you, Hyde!" he announced.
"What? Wait-- where are you?"
But he had hung up. He sounded drunk.
I jumped up out of bed to clear the history files on my computer, and called him back to see when he planned on arriving. He didn't pick up. I called him back twice more and sent him a text, but I never heard from him. So, I finally decided to go back to sleep.
Just as I was drifting off, at nearly 3:30 AM, I heard the buzzer.
"I'm smashed!" he exclaimed as I opened the door.
I kissed him and asked him where he had been. He wasn't that smashed because we managed to have a semi-coherent conversation. Then, it was into bed for us.
This morning I slept in late with him. The only thing on my agenda was to clean my house. We screwed around all morning and showered together and then I set about fixing up my living room. I undecorated the tree (which made me sad), changed the cat litter and started to sweep all the floors. Narc was laying on the couch watching Legends of the Fall. I ordered us food from Energy Kitchen.
At some point, I went downstairs to ask the building staff if they could help me remove the tree. One of the porters came up with a garbage bag that was clearly nowhere near big enough to do the trick. He left it covering the top portion of the tree and went for more supplies. My poor weeping tree looked like a hooded prisoner from Abu Ghraib. The porter came back with the Super. The Super started giving directions to me and the porter who were holding out a new, larger sheet of plastic.
"You can get up and help too!" he barked at Narc.
So, Narc grabbed a corner of the plastic sheet. I was kind of uncomfortable.
At last the job was done and I finished sweeping up the floors.
Narc and I lolled around for most of the rest of the afternoon, doing our usual thing and watching TV in my living room. He checked his email this morning and found that he had an email from the director Mark Romanek. He was super psyched. It was definitely exciting. An hour or so ago he left to go have dinner with the Exhibitionist. I guess they had plans. I don't know why he's still friends with her. The more I hear about her, the more she sounds like a bitter, shallow, manipulative person with no integrity and no compassion for her fellow human beings. But... whatever... To each his own, right?
As he was headed for the door, he told me to call him later.
"Tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm going home after dinner with the Exhibitionist. Probably just gonna play some Zelda."
"Okay. Well, I don't know what my plans are yet," I said. "But yeah-- I'll call you about maybe coming over later."
So... that's it for now. I don't know what my plans are for the night. I only know that right now I have to go hang up the mountains of clothes covering the furniture in my bedroom.
Hope you are all enjoying the weekend!
love,
h
PS: Brick wrote THIS. I love his "celeb-gossip" lingo and tone!
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