January 6th. A day that will remain in, well, the calendar.
Today marks the one year anniversary of my downfall into floppy-faced, staggering madness. On this wintry night (camera does the 1960's dream wipe) last year I met Ron to see "Pal Joey" starring Stockard Channing at Studio 54. I knew my cold was bad, but I didn't want to be a drag so I just showed up. It was a particularly bad production which didn't help. By the time I got home I had a full out bad-ass cold and a major headache. Vomiting began. In a very biblical way, it lasted 3 days and 3 nights. Then on the morn aft the third night, half my faced ceased to move like it had been dragged down a cubit or two by oxen. I was stricken with the cursed palsy de Bell. And then three days hence the world began to twirl and I was felled with the vertigo.
It has been a long slog and in one year my face is back about 98.64% and I only stagger a little. It is a miracle, frankly because I tell you I thought it was my new way of living; it was hard to believe I would ever get better. Whatta year!
But today also marks my friend and fellow blogger Lexa's birthday. Happy Birthday, Lexa! And the guy I have been dating who I have not gotten to the stage of our relationship to tell him I have a blog! (Dr. Freud, what does that mean? ) Happy Birthday, C!! And my pal Pat's 50th was today! He looks amazing for an old man!! A bunch of us gathered with Pat at Crispo on W. 14th Street and I have to say it is my new favorite place! The food is great. I had the all-pork extravaganza meal offset by polenta and some beans. Fantastic. I will go back. The menu selections are about everything I love in an Italian restaurant. Happy Birthday, Pat.
Well, that wraps this eventful day. I will never forget this date. Ever.