A Little Therapy

I am definitely over extending myself when it comes to social events. (Reminder: New Year's Resolution: You can say no) Last night at 9:30 PM I was sitting on my couch comfortably watching Desperate Housewives (Tivo) when I heard my cell playing the American Idol ringtone. (Cheesy, I know) :-) My friend Jose (Flamenco dancer from Spain) and his friend Angel invited me out to the bar Therapy in midtown. Normally I would say no, but Jose is headed back to Spain in a few days. Oh, the power of Jewish guilt).

You'll be happy to know the E Train was running locally from Forest Hills to Midtown which meant I was in hell & it would take forever. AND as I was leaving the 50th Street station I saw a man fall onto the subway tracks. It took 10 people to help him out. I quickly ran to the subway attendant and told him what was happening. All this and no booze. Oy! Can you imagine? I guess the yellow lines are significant when you're trashed out of your mind. :-)

We watched the talents of Lavinia Draper while we pathetically consumed mass amounts of alcohol. I was a little uncomfortable because Angel was intently flirting with me even though he has a partner of 9 years (who was conveniently was out in town). He also extended the same courtesy @ his Post Holiday Madness party last week. Yes, he apologized profusely for his actions saying they were harmless, however he continued to express his interest @ Therapy Bar by trying to hold my hand, subtly touch my leg and/or back, and he was trying to charm me with his cantor. Sorry....you get nothing and you're going to like it. :-) Call me old fashioned, but that's not really my style. He's a load of energy and and spastic like me, but if he's not able to respect the boundries then there's no room for a friendship. It's sad really, but it seems monogamy is a dying lifestyle.