I do what I know, and I know Drunk Brunch.

Godspell canceled

The Broadway revival of Godspell has been canceled, according to Playbill.com.

“Producer Adam Epstein said in an Aug. 19 statement, ‘I am devastated that, due to the loss of a major investor in the harsh reality of a slowing economy, there were no other options at this time than to postpone.’”

Sadly, I expect that we will see more cancelations for this fall.

This show has a lot of significance for me (the music, not the subject matter).

Day Two

Emo email to Mo (ha, the alliteration makes me smile):

“I might be hitting everyone up for more drinkin’, that’s for sure (if only to stop the crying for a few hours). I feel really lost right now. Can tequila cure that?”

(She wisely responded that yes, yes it can.)

This is Day One.

I’ve been crying on the phone all night with my mom.  It’s going to get worse before it gets better.  

I typically go through a seven-day period of constant crying and extreme sadness.  Then, on the eighth day, it just stops.  It’s like my body says, “Ok, you have this one week to be a hot mess then you have to get back to normal.”  And I do.  It’s always been that way. 

My family has seen an inordinate amount of tragedy over the past seven years.  Our hearts are breaking.

Mean Ass Craving

lovepuppy:

Mashed Potatoes, Saurkraut (sp?!?) and pork roast. I think someone is cooking in the house because I never crave meat anymore. Also, I’m hungry.

Sauerkraut!!!

I’m a (ahem, lapsed) Roman Catholic Polish kid from Indiana.  I’d kill for my mom’s roast beef and noodles right about now.

Chicken chili

On one hand, my day was very good.  I spent the day with one fierce dude (sweetheart), finally tried a Five Guys burger at lunch with Ali (delicious!) and left work early.

I had a nagging feeling that I was coming down from my vacation high, and quickly.  I rode the subway uptown to my neighborhood grocery store, where I purchased all the fixings for my famous spicy chili.

I came home and furiously chopped vegetables.  I sauteed onions and peppers and congratulated myself on taking a chance on ground chicken, a tasty alternative to my usual turkey chili. 

Then it hit me when I felt off: my aunt is dying.  Soon.  Mom called me about an hour before I left Montauk on Sunday to share the news.  My favorite aunt is losing her battle with pancreatic cancer, as her recent PET scan showed that the tumors have now spread throughout her body.  She doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now and that’s ok. 

Tonight I have been uncontrollably crying since I realized I forgot to pick up the key ingredient for my chili, a jalapeno pepper.  Apparently that was all I needed to push me over the edge. 

My aunt is an avid birdwatcher and taught me some of the bird sounds.  This weekend in Montauk I heard a catbird.  I’m e-mailing her now to tell her. 

I am taking back the night and reinstating myself as group party coordinator.

feistyred:

In my first three years in the city, I was our group’s party coordinator- the go to person for all social activities. I often planned and recruited new blood for whatever we did. Then I got a second job and worked 60 hour weeks for a year. In that time, my group became slowly dominated by the alpha males and most of the social activities involved meeting girls or men’s night outs. In the past year, I have bounced sporadically in and out of my group- instead preferring the company of people I have met through blogging or parties.

On our way back from Montauk yesterday, I told Amanda we need to bring 2005 back. Personally I need something to look forward to this fall, my life is so completely structured, I have lost most of my original spontaneity and zeal for new things. I am starting with the social coordination of Labor day weekend.

Thursday night- dinner and drinks at P.J. Clarkes- we have been talking about this place since 2003. With our recent love of Mad Men, we have finally decided to make the dream happen.

Friday night- old fashioned crew happy hour- in which I pick the divey-est bar with the cheapest swill and we start drinking at 5pm.

Saturday- brunch followed either by the first Saturday of college football or the Astoria beer garden. (My original idea was a museum, but everyone was like lets skip the culture and head to drinking)

Sunday- beer, wings, and football at down the hatch. This one was more for nostalgia’s sake. We could easily do Central Park and a picnic.

Okay, so that’s a lot of drinking, we will see if I make it to Sunday. I can not bounce back anymore, but it’s the group camaraderie that counts. This is a schedule very similar to what we did in our younger days. 2005- we were young, carefree, and major alcoholics.

Also on the list for this Fall: ZombieCon, our yearly upstate winery trip, and my second annual orphan’s Thanksgiving dinner.

It is SO ON.  I feel a *cough cough* personal day coming on the Friday before Labor Day.  I miss beer & wings day too.  My ex won custody of Down The Hatch in our breakup but let’s take it back!!!  PJ Clarke’s will be a blast too; very Valley of the Dolls.