Else what's a heaven for?

Apparently I can be drunk but still feel ankle pain. Dammit. I was relaxing with a glass of Pedro Ximenez on Thurs night when I read something triggery on FB and switched to bourbon and emails from happier times. bleh. The only way out is through, etc.

I've mentioned the royal wedding party from Fri morning. Evil English served homemade scones and the like and I had a glass of prosecco and watched The Kiss (TM) and more importantly, saw the hat live.

Had a lovely lunch at Bar Americain, which I've concluded is my third or fourth favorite restaurant near work. I do like their sweet potato crusted chicken pot pie, although that seems to be the only unusual things I like on their menu. I don't think I had anything to drink...

After work, we had drinks for someone leaving the macro team: he's so popular, they made flyers with clip art and a photo from DWTS, even though he is just going to another group. *snorts* Anyhow, the Press Box at the Ink hotel has an incredible view: it's perched all the way on the west side, but at the edge of Hell's Kitchen, so there are no tall buildings to obscure the view of midtown. Gorgeous, although one of their drinks was enough to get me drunk. *le sighs*

I felt bad going to the Sephardi synagogue on CPW, as I've been promising the big guy all along that I'd check it out, but it IS the nearest synagogue. They're a bit more Orthodox or perhaps it's just the age of the building, but they really do have a balcony for the women. They have a gorgeous choir - at eye level with the women; is that normal? - but other than that, it wasn't really different from any other synagogue that I've attended.

This week's reading was the (a?) troublesome reading from Leviticus, the one about mixed cloth. I'm usually pretty comfortable with my blend of cafeteria Judaism, but between the direct forbidding of things I like and my own misgivings from the previous weekend, there was a lot to think about. I feel less sure about what G-d wants from me. I'm pretty sure gratitude is good, so I'm going to continue being thankful for the blessing of being alive and healthy. Ever since the accident, I've been thanking the big guy almost every morning, in my own words, bc I haven't gotten around to checking my siddur for the formal prayer.

I had a thimble of wine for the kiddush before I headed to the farmer's market. I'd never cooked pollack before and if I remember, I never will again.

I'm honored Jane & Julian invited me to his vanilla birthday party at Lana Kai. I ended up being the only single person there and my idea of tiki wear is apparently more low cut than most, but I don't think our hostess minded. The food was good - couldn't stop eating the fried snapper. We headed to Brandy Library for the after-party. I'm always surprised at the least evidence of my doe-eyed wiles working on Manhattan doorkeepers. I had some sort of frou-frou bourbon-based drink, but after hearing alanesq's exclamations over his Midleton very rare, I want to try that next time. The whole thing was almost 8 hours yet somehow I felt energized and happier afterward, even though I'm an introvert.

OperaBoss was kind enough to come all the way to the Upper West to visit me and so we went to Salumeria Rosi. I love that place, it's in my neighborhood, and yet I never go! 5 small plates was probably too many for two, but it was tasty, as was whatever I drank. The remainder of the evening wasn't all that productive, but no hangover!