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I don't have much to say today. Too many Bloody Marys yesterday left me delirious, woozy & tearful by six in the evening. I found myself in midtown, alone, Joe having stormed off without me, & suddenly I was on the corner of 50th & Lex, holding my jacket & my scarf cos in my state I was warm enough in a tee-shirt, cigaretteless, examining the vivid red splotches that had appeared on my hands & elbows. Because it had turned out I was allergic to Bloody Marys, or at least to such a massive quantity of them. Spencer called from a cab & picked me up on 3rd, & then we were whizzing back to Brooklyn & the splotches had gone when I tried to show them to him & he made me laugh & everything was ok again.
Ended up sleeping probably a lovely 10 hours or so last nite, which left me feeling more tired than rested, & today Sara broke the news that she's moving out in December, so I have to find a new roommate. She's also taking most of the furniture which means we'll have to do something about that.
I wanted to talk about my internet date but I never found out if he knows about my blog so I'm reluctant to dish. I will say that he was a very nice person but we didn't have much in common, & I got stoned beforehand & consequently forgot my cell phone on the window sill at home, which has got to be the #1 first-date bad move. It meant no excusing oneself to surreptitiously call a friend (or, in a panic, to booty call an ex-boyfriend from the bathroom at Max Fish -- not that I've ever done that).
I did decide that it was my last foray into internet dating for the foreseeable future. It will spare me having to talk about how many siblings I have & what kind of music I'm into & all that other torturous crap. I'd much rather have been doing this.