01 February 2009

Mad about--and in--New York

Last night is surprisingly memorable given the amount of alcohol I consumed. We went for pre-dinner drinks at Pastis in the Meatpacking District, which remains on my to-do list as an eatery. Then it was off to join some others from the gang for dinner at the Old Homestead. The staff were incredibly accommodating given that the original booking was for seven and by the end there were about 18 people there, including several who had had to leave early to go to another event. I had some Champagne, some delicious red wine, two oysters (my first--I blame the booze) and a gorgeous filet mignon. Then it was off to some bar in the Flat Iron District for over-priced cocktails. 

I stumbled out of the taxi and into the hotel at about 3.30 a.m. Woke up at 7.30 with an aching knee. Couldn't fall back to sleep so started packing and then, for some reason, decided to go running (decided was perhaps the wrong word as I wasn't really sentient at that point). I think the 27 degree air refreshed my head enough to stop the world from spinning and lurching. A strong coffee and a shower made my head feel just about about tolerable.

I love this city even if it's crazy and makes me do crazy things!

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