This instalment will be brief because even the memory of it is horribly painful! By a sheer act of God, Maria pulled herself out of bed (luckily) 20 minutes before a very important meeting was meant to start. In less than ten, she looked a little bleary eyed but gorgeous! It was truly amazing! On my best day, I would need at least an hour and fifteen. She is definitely my Wonder Woman spin hero!
As for me, I had big plans that my credit cards would thank me for having avoided later. The truth is, I could not get out of bed. When I did, I felt more ill than I could have possibly imagined – even in India, which was only kind to me! The pain in my head was excruciating while the feeling in my belly was wretched. I swore off alcohol and hid under the blankets until 9pm!!! My best effort up until that point was when I decided that the least I could do was shower. Once done, I couldn’t face the thought of anything else and climbed back into bed. At about 6pm, Maria was right there beside me.
The thing is, it was my last night in New York and I still hadn’t seen my other two reasons (John and Will) for being there! At 9pm, I got the call. They had just finished up a two day writing stretch and were finally free. Amazingly, I managed to pull myself together in reasonable time (most of it owed to a cute dress and great pair of shoes) and grab a cab to Madison Square Gardens. John was exhausted while Will clearly had a bit of fuel in the reserve tank. We had free tickets to a concert and would get there to see the last 5 or 6 songs (John swears it was more like 8 or 10). It didn’t matter really, because I quite liked the band and John was making me laugh by dancing with complete abandon and absolutely no regard for those around us.
After the concert, we went for a quick bite to eat. Good move in that it was first bit of food I could even look at all day! The pizza was great but the gingerale was even better! Next stop the Bowery Bar.
If you have been to the Bowery Bar, then you know it is super cool. So, I did my best to rise to the occasion by mixing and mingling whilst sipping pellegrino out of a wine glass. I just couldn't face the idea of a cocktail!
What I soon realized, however, is that my best on that day was not good enough. I struggled through conversations with Entertainment types and asked three of the five guys in the band what they did for a living! One responded by asking if I had seen the show. I politely replied, "yes." He then followed up by explaining that they were the show!!! Oh, the humiliation - I blame the hangover.
It got worse from there but I will spare you the details and hold close the last ounce of dignity that I have left! Gotta love New York!