Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but let's fuck in the back of this pedi-cab in the middle of Times Square, maybe?

Three hundred.

That's how much I set aside for an old-fashioned San Francisco style weekend bender. I'm about two thirds of the way through it, so I guess I'm coming in right on budget.

But can you really put a price on no-holds-barred debauchery?

Well, yes. I guess.

$20--This is how much an all you can drink wrist band cost me after work on Friday night. At a bar that sports a mechanical bull. Not that I really remember, but I think I got seven or eight whiskey sodas in the two hour window allotted.

$2--This is how much I tipped the hot pedi-cab driver when he offered me a free ride through midtown to my train stop. It is laughable to me now that I thought I would actually just go home, at midnight, in perfect Cindarella-esque fashion.

$0--This is how much I spent bar hopping the rest of the night. I never do this, and I'm mildly ashamed at myself for letting it happen, but I actually let someone else pay for everything. Although I'm not entirely sure how many bars we went to I think it was at least four, and I have a vague recollection of eating Turkish street food. I think it was good.

$7--This is how much my fast-food breakfast cost me when I finally rolled back into my neighborhood at seven or eight in the morning.

$12--This is how much a pint of Strongbow's and a glass of white wine for Sally costs at Iona in Williamsburg. You can multiply that by three. I think.

$20--This is how much two shots of Fernet, two ginger backs, and two Budweisers costs at Good Co., also in Williamsburg. Fernet! Can you believe it? As former Lower Haighters, Sally and I were ecstatic that they actually had it.

$60--This is how much it costs to treat Noah and myself to beers, chocolate, more beers, bananas, and more and more beers. Actually, you can prolly round that up to about $80. It has just occurred to me that I still have that chocolate. Hold on, let me go get that.

Damn, this chocolate is amazing.

$0--This is how much it costs to make coffee for Noah and I this morning to thank him for filling the hole in my bed and rubbing my back and telling me it's going to be okay.

I wonder how that can be true when I still have another night of this.


p.s.--Yes. I really did do that. If you have never been, know that Times Square is easily ten times as bright as it seems in movies and that it is nearly impossible to notice the sun rising when you are in the middle of it.

[Late night edit: I tried and failed to finish my bender. Had to call it quits after writing this post. I retired to my bed for Indian food, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon, and lots and lots of water. But it's cool, we had a good run, didn't we? And I believe him now. Tomorrow I will leave gallery and go into studio, and Noah will be there with a "Hey, buddy" and a smile, and I'll tell him, yes. Yes with a hard period at the end. I'm gonna be okay.]

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