Perhaps the evening activities are a mechanism to get my mind off of things or perhaps it's a means to an end. After a day of meetings in midtown, I was burned out today. I ran out of work and walked down to the Hotel Gansevoort to meet a friend from out of town. We ascended up to the rooftop lounge to grab drinks where Paramount was having a party. It was such a great night with mild temps that we sat outside. I know Al Gore is right about this global warming thing but you'll be hard pressed to find anyone who's not enjoying the weather this week in NYC.
The last time I was here at the Gansevoort, I thought I had a grip on things but I guess not. I was trying to figure things out but in the end it fell apart. It was odd sitting out on the deck overlooking the city from the same seat I had previously, and sipping the same exact wine -- Cabernet because they didn't have Pinot. Yes, I finally succumbed and drank tonight. No more cranberry seltzers. I tried revisiting my thoughts back then which was the catalyst for the next couple of weeks. I miss how life was at that moment back then. Okay, no more thinking and talking in ambiguity.
So after watching the deck load up with people, we squeezed out to find a place to eat in the Meatpacking district. We dropped by Highline to eat food, which is some jazzed up Thai place. It was whatever. It's more for people to feel cool eating Thai food. Afterwards we took two steps to the Buddha Bar to sip on some Saketinis and just chill. Sitting there drinking and watching the other patrons, I was thinking what do these people do other then try to look beautiful and talk about nonsense? Ahhhhh, to live such a superficial pretentious life. I had this crazy thought after a couple of drinks to run and tackle Buddha, or go up and rub his tummy. Bobbakanush!
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