when i get news i don't like. To wit, the third cancellation on my dinner party on Saturday night. Suddenly pretty perfect situation of nine people has now been whittled down to six. For me, whole tenor of evening changes. NO WAY can it be as good. I hang up the phone and want a drink. I pray that E will arrive with cocaine. Anything that will... wipe out the feeling.
And oh yeah, en route to a meeting that morning, anticipating cooking, seeing myself with a glass of wine. Fa la la la la - look at me, i'm sophisticated. I sip wine while i cook for nine. well, more fool I as it turned out to be only six, so thanks god i didn't drink, right?
there was one more that day... can't recall what now. So how did i stay off the sauce? Partly just noticing how much I wanted it, especially after cancellation #3.
Fave saying from saturday morning meeting, re: hanging out with your family: "They know how to press my buttons; hell, they installed them."
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