Getting Busy Again

The first quarter funk is over, and I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t travel, I didn’t go out, I basically had no fun whatsoever. F* that bitches. It’s a new quarter, it’s a new era.

From now until May I am traveling every weekend. On the lineup? Connecticut, Philadelphia, Boston and South Florida, once again. If Annette’s birthday party remains May 5, then I will stay in New York and be the high-scorer on the Ari Gold Bowling Team we are currently forming. (My T-shirt will feature the broccoli line I love so much.) If it does not, I’m jetting to Aruba with my colleague because she has a free hotel room. Chances are, Aruba will remain a pipe dream. I could have gotten there last year, had a couple not fell off our cruise ship forcing the boat to turn around. Looks like I’m foiled again. DAMN YOU ARUBA!

Then in July I’m spending two weeks in the Southwest. Supposedly it’s like the vortex of the universe out there, you get real calm and zen-like. By that time, that feeling will be much-needed, so I’m really looking forward to that.

Anyways, I’m breaking out. I’ve also been drinking inordinate amounts of coffee lately, perhaps that is why I’m so ready to take on the world.

Alcohol

This morning the first thing I thought of is I can’t wait to go out tonight and drink and have fun. I am pretty sure this is normal for my age, but lately, with the insane amounts of people I have learned are getting married and/or having children (seems to be one or the other right now) I’m wondering when exactly it’s going to be un-cool to think this way. Words cannot express how terrified I am that one day I turn around and all my friends are married with kids and I’m still like woo hoo when does the drinking and dancing begin!! And they’re all like Lia, we can’t do that anymore, and I’m the only single one, with no one to go out with, forced to try and find love on match.com and if I’m really serious, eHarmony.

Since “settling down” is not currently a term in my vocabulary I’m afraid this day is already starting to dawn. I see it already- co-workers my age getting engaged, getting married. If I leave New York, this will be even worse. New York is an adult playland, where there are no children and most people seem to be relatively single. If you leave this magical place, you must enter suburbia where the opposite is true. Since my countdown has started, and my “relationship” is weird at best at the moment, what the hell will I do if it doesn’t work out? Stuck in a world of married couples and perpetual summer? Ok perpetual summer is fine….but all my friends in relationships is not. Up here I have a network of single girls I call on each and every day. Down in Florida, not so. It’s like an effing nightmare waiting to unfold.

But back to my original point, which was alcohol, and now reading the above, isn’t it ever so obvious that I need a drink to calm the F* down? I can’t wait until 5:30.