magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The vet called this afternoon with the results of Chesterfield's blood tests. They were positive for the Feline Leukemia Virus. Which doesn't necessarily mean that she'll get sick, but it's certainly not good news.

I was pretty unproductive afterwards at work. And wanted to either just go home, or get a drink.

As it happened, there were drinks downstairs, on the office, as there was another departure from PDG this week; Tiara who lives a few blocks from me up in Inwood, but I had never really gotten to know because she's a finance person, and worked in the opposite corner of the office, and was never very involved in the social dynamic of the office. And after a martini and a few glasses of wine, still a little early to head out to Julia and Jessie's school's out for summer party in Queens, over to the East side with Tiara, to a bar where her friends play darts.

In what seemed like no time at all, my phone is ringing, and it's Chris, calling from Julia's. 'It's midnight. Where are you? There's vegan cake.'

'I'm drunk. I'm in some bar in Midtown East. I had no idea it had gotten that late. I've been drinking since six, and haven't eaten anything. I don't think I'm going to make it out there. There's cake? For me? I feel terrible about that.'