No, I didn't catch another movie alone in Times Square, that was getting to be too depressing. The watching-alone part was okay, but the no-one-to-talk-to-after-the-movie bit was insufferable—the silence was deafening and only made coping with this long-distance relationship, worse.My weekend salve, this time, came in the form of a last-minute trip to Border's and an equally
impulsive purchase of The Goo Goo Dolls Live in Buffalo concert dvd (a.k.a. that famous rainy gig) and the Marie Antoinette soundtrack (loved Sofia Coppola's Lost In Translation OST so this should be good. But I haven't seen "Let them eat cake" yet.) To justify this sort of shopping 'spree', I had to skip Friday night cocktails with friends. (Does that officially make me a loser?)Oh, but I didn't exactly forego some form of libation: As I am nursing this almost-flu, I intend to drink as much orange juice until it comes out of my ears. At the office I downed Tropicana from cute little cartons—this weekend's version is a bigger box spiked with Absolut Apeach.
Bottoms up.
Buying a concert DVD is super underrated Mariel! I am sending out of Duran Duran next. As well, someone taught me to try an ounce of chilled Apeach in a swirly stemmed glass, which went great with a cup of fleshy fruit on the side. Mmm...
ReplyDeleteOoh... sounds yummy in a grownup way! Hmm, why does this ring a certain bell—do I hear Lemon Drops?! :) Wish I could distill all those fun times in a bottle and take with me to NYC!
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