You guys, I forgot how many bars there are in New York. In summary: there are a crapton. That's an exact scientific figure. A couple of things: 1) having lived in LA the last 7 years I always had to temper my drinking because of the whole driving thing and it being illegal and in poor form to combine the two 2) thanks to the whole lacking a gallbladder thing booze hits me hard and fast.
Ergo living here has been kind of awesome but not what one would call 'responsible' or 'healthy'. It can however be called hilarious. I have taken to sending random texts to friends that at the time I find amazing, in the morning I find confusing, and then by midday find funny because WHAT WAS I DOING.
The most recent addition to this text collection is a picture text I sent recently. It was a selfie of me, fully dressed and watching tv, with a tee shirt on my head. The caption? 'Sex magic'. What the actual fuck? I truly wish I knew what I had been thinking because four days later I am still at a loss.
Oh and the other day I sprinted down the street, cupping my own ears in a surprise thunderstorm, screaming about my hearing aids and how they can't get wet. That however was me stone cold sober. I guarantee the people on the street who looked at me perplexed, as I flew past them screaming about aids, probably wouldn't have guessed that one though.