The Reluctant Receptionist

i’ve been sitting here reading all of my old entries for the last thirty minutes because i didn’t have a lot to do at my desk. yesterday breezed by, broken up as it was with a three-hour-long holiday luncheon, but today has dragged, aided by the fact that i went out with austin last night to have our usual tuesday: pieces followed by boots and saddle, both places where we know people and tend to drink for free or at least heavily discounted. as i near 30 (yes, every post for the last seven months has referred to me being nearly 30. i know this for a fact, since i just re-read all of those posts) i’d like to say that i have gained self-control, wisdom, knowledge about how many drinks i can have before i get home and bounce from wall to wall down the hallway (what i call “pinballing it”). and i thought i did. last night i had a total of four drinks, in the span of about three hours. i’m relatively sure that most madison avenue executives have that many drinks before they drive home to westchester. i was definitely pinballing it last night, though i was with-it enough to dread waking up today.

i realize that i haven’t checked in since october 2nd, the day we started paradise lost. it’s been an interesting ride, joining the new york city nightlife scene. the first few parties were absurdly spectacular, huge events that honestly got a little too crowded. since then we’ve settled more into our groove: the crowd waxes and wanes according to what else is happening in town, on the weather, on the weekend. i can honestly say that anyone who has come so far has left saying that they had a great time and that they loved the music. since the music is all culled directly from my private library, the one that i’ve been working on since i was about 13 years old, that is a major compliment.

what else? i got to interview tori amos again last week, which was predictably ridiculous. this time, i had a month’s warning that i’d be interviewing her, which only meant that i had time to get nervous. she was warm and personable and smart, though, and remembered me. i stuck out my hand to introduce myself and she briefly took it before she said, “no, we’ve met before.” and i said, “yes, we have.” and we talked about little earthquakes for 45 minutes and then we hugged (when tori opens up her arms and moves in for a hug, who am i to turn her down?) and then i raced off to a choir concert. in one day i went from administrative assistant to freelance writer to choral singer to d.j. do you get much more “new york”-y than that? i suppose i could’ve also been a taxi driver and t.v. personality. i’m working on it.