Not Sleeping in the City That....I Hate Cliches

Unfortunately I am still on Hawaii time so despite it being 4 AM I am wide awake. PM Lounge hosted our company Christmas party in NYC this year. I am still processing the event. Work parties are still very much work, so I made sure to cover the room, congratulate the new partners, build relationships with the main partners, and vie for upcoming gigs (Massachussetts or Western Europe may be in my future). I also received an award for community service from my firm for my efforts to raise money for orphanages in Nepal. (I will update that site soon with additional info).

Like everyone else, we like to pretend we are rockstars so the event included chest-thumping base, a handful of photographers, live comedians, and my favorite part--leggy Eastern European blondes tending bar all night. I was multi-tasking throughout the night--sipping cranberry juice on the rocks and schmoozing inebriated partners all while giving the bartender with fishnets and a rear-end shaped like a backwards "P" a little something I call "the eye."

As an aside, nothing stops a conversation about why I don't drink cold in its tracks like the phrase: "I have been sober 8 months." It's almost as good as Bonny's explanation of why she was not immediately pregnant after marriage: "Why, that would mean we would have to have sex."

Lastly, I think I have cancer. I must. Work is going well--managers & partners all seem to appreciate my inherent genius. Bonuses and promotions are coming up--(shake 8-ball) and all signs look good. I am on the way down from 200 lbs. Hawaiian sunsets are beautiful. Life is good.

But I have felt like this before and heartache must be just around the corner. Last year it was employment-related. The year before, it was the fairer sex. This year it has to be health. I am willing to take bets to defray chemo costs.

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