half cocked

it's an early day here at the mt. sinai medical center--every monday we have a conference call at 8:30am. what the hell kind of person schedules a conference call for EIGHT-THIRTY EVERY MONDAY MORNING? honestly i have no idea because i've never met them. they're down in north carolina. but let me just say, it's early. so instead of paying attention to the conference call that's happening, i think i'll lightly keep an eye on the agenda and tell you all about my "crazy weekend."

ok, so i don't actually need quotes there. it was, in truth, a crazy weekend.

for the last two fridays, hilary and i have been calling our friday nights "singles evenings." that's because instead of going out, we do this: get home from work, go to the gym, get take-out, watch television, and watch a movie. oh, and drink a couple glasses of wine. and then go to bed. god, we're crazy.

saturday, however, was a lil' more planny: i got up late, then went with hilary to hear her friend jessie sing a recital...at lincoln center. he has a great voice, good diction. i wish i could say the same for the girl he was singing with--she somehow got it in her head that "rubato" or "colla voce" means "hold these last few notes as long as humanly possible, or until you're completely out of breath or blue in the face, whichever comes first." i kept wanting to get up and scream "JUST FINISH THE SONG ALREADY!" the high point of the recital, however, was when an old man was unwrapping a piece of candy for literally 5 minutes and a woman down the aisle from him whisper-shouted "will you ssstop with the CANDY!?"

later, we met up with george, who was in town for a premiere of a piece in westchester county. we then went out in the east village where we first went to "urge" (the urge? i don't know.) and met scott and chris. then we went to the cock. that's right. the cock. it literally smells like a bathhouse (not that i'd, ahem, know what that smells like) and had tattooed gogo boys in their underwear. kel kept buying us jaegermeister shots. we then waited for a train for 35 minutes, gave up, and bought an expensive cab back to astoria. let's just say i'm not spending any money this week. if i look skinnier next time you see me, you'll know why.

oh my god this is getting long. so, to wrap up: went to see george's piece premiered yesterday. was good to see him. he'll be back a week from thursday to be recognized by ASCAP for some composing award. and now it's monday and i'm back at work. wow.