Thoughts while inebriated (currently):

1. Chris Isaak is a sex god. Wicked Game, right now, is my ultimate aphrodesiac. Thank GOD I’m not staying here in NYC by myself — you lucked out, my friend…
2. If I called and sang on your answering machine tonite, please don’t forward to my Mom. She’ll still be irked that I stopped my voice lessons years ago. And it shows.
3. John Cusack, despite being the quintessential beta male, warms my heart.
4. I’m reconsidering my asshole post. Let’s just say that the non-asshole male is leading. In a huge way. I’m reverting to past days, and for once, it’s not a bad thing. You know who you are, and the answer is ‘yes.’
5. I found the best anti-hangover medicine ever. It’s called Chaser and let me just tell you, it works. I only wish I had overnighted my order today…
6. “Bonita Applebaum” is now my second favorite song. B Kigs, I miss you. Emphatically.
7. They have Pret a Manger here in NYC. It was as close as I’ve been to a mid-day orgasm when I found this out. For anyone who spent as much time as I did in London, you understand. The rest of you can go to hell.

Other than that, for those of you who are going to a wedding with me in a week’s time, you will be very, VERY pleased at my purchase. For those of you who are coming into town for my birthday (note that the party has been pushed back until June 20-22), you, as well, will be very pleased. For those of you who made me just laugh tonite, unabashedly as always, to the point where I almost hopped on a train to see you, I was serious when I said that I wanted this played as the backdrop at our wedding. I’m glad you agree.

And on that note, U2 is playing “With or Without You”, live, on my MP3 player. It’s late. I’m quasi-incoherent. And yet, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. You know who you are.