Nice perk is that we got a hotel (oops, I mean a TIMESHARE SUITE. They are very clear that they are not a HOTEL) room for the weekend, free of charge, meals paid for, in the Catskills. All we had to pay for was our bar tab which was enormous.

The first night there I drank myself into a stupor, but I was so well behaved! The next day the bartender remarked on how I could knock back so many cosmopolitans and still be totally normal and fine. I declined to tell her that on my way back to the hotel room I fell (stupid wedges!), twisted (sprained maybe, still not sure, still in pain) my ankle, and scraped my knee. Oh and I threw up for about an hour before bed. What a trainwreck. But as TL pointed out, I was a classy delight up until then. I politely excused myself when I was ready for bed, and amazingly, not a single person witnessed my fall, and he was the only one who witnessed my pre-bed vomiting. I was highly embarrassed, again.

The next day all I did was hobble around looking for ginger ale and Starbucks, luckily both were found. TL's only disappointment was that I refused to drink that night and he was without a drinking buddy. I am jealous and amazed at the quantity of alcohol that man can consume without ever getting ill.

Also on the first night, a man approached TL and said, "Do you play guitar?" An hour later they were performing an acoustic set in the lounge for an audience.

It was really a lovely weekend even though I felt like death for all of Saturday. And the week before we saw Interpol and Postmodern Jukebox. We've been having a lot of fun and it's been great but exhausting.

My 25th birthday is a week from today and I'm not quite sure what to make of that.