Or so says Brenty. Actually, that was the general consensus of my co-workers last year when Rome and I came in hungover the morning after going to a Billy Joel concert. CK made the comment “You’re hungover because you partied too hard to Billy Joel. You’re 45 years old.”
What-ever. My love for Billy Joel knows no bounds, and merrily there was lots of Billy Joel music played in the piano bar we went to last night. It was a very good thing to get out of Hyde Park, hang out with a couple of my favorite MAPSS people, and not think about my thesis. The scotch on the rocks was very, very strong which hit me rather hard, which was unanticipated. I compensated with water and cutting myself off, which was a rare show of responsible drinking by me. I hope to make that more of a habit. I’m convinced that one of the reasons I am such a moron about drinking is because I did not go through the drinking/partying lifestyle as an undergrad. Instead, I spent my year in the real world acting like a college freshman (and having freshman-year-of-college-esque hookup experiences, which I also missed out on. Conclusion: I didn’t miss much) and am now beginning to understand what it means to be moderate with these habits. Which means I still exhibit a good degree of moronicness but I’m learning. Oh, and I smoked a cigar last night which I had not done in ages and ages.
Even though disputes about the bill and having to pay for a cab were kind of a buzz kill, I had an overall very fun time at the piano bar we went to last night. Any outing in which I have the opportunity to dance is awesome in my mind. I adore dancing, even when my inner klutz shines through, it is way too much fun to care, except when I have to apologize for awkwardly maiming my dance partner.
I wound up walking home alone at 2:30 in the morning, but I really didn’t feel unsafe. I know Hyde Park is statistically more dangerous than Astoria and that knowledge makes me feel marginally less secure, but also, it’s late and I just want to go home and I don’t want to wait to call Campus Police and have them trail me.
I’m convinced the fact that I naturally come across as aloof and pissed off have prevented many a hasslings here and in the city.
Anyway. I have to revise my thesis proposal. But I’m listening to Miami 2017: Seen the Lights Go out on Broadway while I do. New York State of Mind, which was played last night is better known and maybe more appropriate, but Miami 2017 has the line about Queens and is musically superior anyway.
