|Chocolate cake is my favorite dessert–by Golden_ie via Flickr|
Being sick sucks. It sucks anywhere, but especially when living in New York City. Why? Because there is a huge world of activities outside my window that I can’t experience. Today is 68 and sunny in Manhattan. It’s a picture-perfect day. I’m on my sofa, miserable, whining, red-nosed like Rudolph, and pitiful. Thank God for food delivery. Ugh…
After three nights of intense celebrations of the 7th anniversary of my 38th birthday, what can I expect? I drank more champagne in a few days than I do in an entire year. But do I deserve illness just because my festivities were slightly ambitious? Okay, extremely ambitious. The body has to rest and recover and I am hoping today it will do just that.
|After my ambitious festivities|
Thursday was my celebratory evening with gal pal, Heather. Champagne. Champagne. Followed by Pinot Noir. Somewhere in there was food. Oysters, calamari, soft-shell crab, and fish tacos–all courtesy of the ever-delicious Mermaid Inn. And it’s just two blocks from my apartment. As always we had a blast.
Friday was girls night with my daughters (past assistants), Nicole and Amara. I love hanging with them. There is just one small issue — they are 19 years younger than I am. Well actually, only 12 since I am 38. More wine, a smorgasbord of French food, followed by friends and a surprise gathering at our apartment hosted by Mike, I indulged in dark chocolate birthday cake as everyone sang the famous tune. It was worth it.
Saturday was my big night out on the town with hubby. This began with a Grey Goose French martini. Actually, the BEST French martini I have ever had. Following of course was more champagne, and multiple glasses of vino with some food in between. Fine French cuisine–most indulgent, small portions needless to say, all which were quite rich and birthday-worthy. Eleven Madison, you outdid yourself. The takeaway granola gift was a delightful breakfast.
The evening ended with another Happy Birthday from Karen Brown, the talented New York cabaret singer. The bartender wanted to buy me another drink. I decided to pass, and she said she would get me next time. Okay.
A bit sniffly yesterday, I assumed an allergy to all of the flowers in my little apartment. I was wrong. This morning was a snot-fested wake-up which has continued to worsen throughout the day. A full box of tissues and a bottle of Umcka homeopathic remedy were in order.
Seriously now, no one enjoys illness. Mine is just a head cold, but annoying nonetheless. I’d otherwise be content staying in, but it’s the ultimate fall day in the Big Apple, and the end of my birthday week.
There aren’t too many weekends left before we’ll be trudging through the white stuff. I hope this passes quickly. This is such a splendid time of year to be living in New York. I cannot miss out.
|My birthday dessert at Eleven Madison|