The Last 72 Hours or a Top Ten List.

Sometimes my life doesn’t need drawn out analysis and a list can just say it better. This is in honor of Lucy and in the vein of ‘Tales of the City’.


10 hours—the number of hours spent watching the Gotti Hotties at my temp-logging gig this week. I learned that Long Island Boys of a certain wealth bracket all look the same and that having a bad hairstyle doesn’t mean that you can’t be a pin-up.

9 drinks—the number of drinks I had over the weekend. Four of them were at Duncan’s birthday party at Cat and the Fiddle and the other five were at karaoke with Dom, the new girlfriend Lauren, Colette and Ronnette from his work. Though 2 of the drinks shouldn’t count because they were shots given to me. It would have seemed rude to turn them down.

8 girls—the number of females that I sat with on Friday who talked about weddings, engagement rings and vibrators. I wanted to die a little—sometimes I get a little girled out. It’s not always ‘Sex in the City’, people.

7 sins—the topic of a 24-hour show that I agreed to write about. I not sure why this topic appealed to me but nonetheless I have made a commitment and plan to have fun with it.

6 pounds—the amount gained from eating out and junking out to get over the rain. Subs, Chinese food, fast food all made its way to my lips, my hips and it was good. I have no regrets at all.

5 hours—the time spent in bed Sunday night even though I had to work the next day at the temp job. I was a little tired and cranky and just bored at work. I had no motivation to even try and impress people. I just got through the day.

4 songs—by the MC at the karaoke bar. They were all Journey songs sung by Frankie Dee who is so much of a Steve Perry look alike that I would not be shocked if it was revealed that Frankie Dee is not his real name.

3 panicked calls—by me in a crazed state as caused by a phone call from the guy I least expected. With an even more unexpected dinner invitation for me that I couldn’t take him up on. I almost did but decided I should not run to him—ever again.

2 Gossip Girl books—I just needed to turn my brain off and so I crashed out by reading the high school version of ‘Sex in the City’. It’s raunchy, funny, smart and a very good way to just chill out.

1 guy turned down—I did the right thing and didn’t jump through hoops just because he called. I made the right choice by doing that. I need to believe that. It’s like a mantra.