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Living for the Weekend

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October 24, 2004

It is interesting to me that I'd already had a similar conversation on the day that Fish declares to the world that "Despite my love for deadence, I really do feel guilty wasting a day in bed....". Today, like yesterday, I got up at 11 after a late night with friends and cocktails. Never a true lush, this used to be my modus operandi.#[mo] Now, however, it holds so little allure for me, I sometimes wonder how I can at all be the same person. But last night... Last night, I glimpsed the sort of scene that everyone believes to be the New York Lifestyle™. Thousands of early-20s bouncing around the Meatpacking District, on to the next $12 lowball gin and tonic.#[hg] Hundreds of people packed into a stark, modern enclosure, dozens of them standing outside on the rooftop, looking down both literally and figuratively on Jersey in the distance#[jersey], and smoking their stiletto heels and hair wax right off. > A quick side note: while we're only talking 3 years or so ago, I realized last night--and said so to my companions--that although I can remember work in myriad details, and I can remember going out on many of those nights, I cannot for the life of me remember the transition between the two. I don't remember getting from work to the club, bar, or party. Not one little bit. And I sort of think that's odd. But I had a sudden realization that had little to do with any of the people there, or my ancient-historical pattern of weekend out-going. I love the weekend, but I'm no longer living for it. It used to be that I just counted the hours until I could go out again, see my friends, and try my hand at the Scene. But I suppose I've matured. The weekends are my time now, just as always, but instead of seeing how much of it I can spend out of the house or in bed, now the weekends are high-value times to take care of myself, do what I want to do, and every hour outside of BigFirm is a gift to myself that I get to use on my own. I suppose I've matured. The Horror! [hg]: Yes, that's exactly how much I was charged last night at the Hotel Gansevoort. Lovely rooftop view, but that should have been more than Tanqueray for that price. It should have been liquid gold. [jersey]: Actually, although it would be easy to characterize most of them as Bridge-and-Tunnel-ers, I'm told the vast majority of last night's crowd was actually Midwestern types. [mo]:Go out on weekend (including Thursdays, often) nights, till all hours of the night, going from place to place and awaking in the morning covered in sweat and mild regret, if not an actual headache.

This was Perspective , and it appeared on October 24, 2004 6:30 PM.

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