7:47 AM

Bright sunlight finds its way through my bamboo blinds and red curtains to bisect my face. My legs are oddly bent to form the figure four and the drool has hardened on my stubble as dehydration leaves its mark on my chapped lips. My blurry peripheral vision suggests the possibility that I fell asleep (read, passed out) on the phone mid sentence. To be dealt with later.

Ryan's Daughter

"I like the blog."
"Thanks for reading it."
I settle into my beer at the bar at approximately 3:20AM and wax philosophical with Catherine. She takes offense to the way I portray UES women in the blog, and is still flabbergasted that I'd take the time to read Skinny Bitch. On cue an UES girl, wearing a strapless dress, tugs on her sagging fabric to re-establish the appropriate cleavage and orders another drink. The vapid girl with the obligatory tattoo on the inside of her wrist (probably related to Kabbalah) begs, "Gary, I'll have another drink." She looks to Kate as Gary fixes her poison, "I don't really care. My Dad pays my credit card bill." Catherine looks at me and rolls her eyes and commences laughing. In a desperate attempt to prove that my sweeping generalizations don't hold water, Catherine explains that she's really smart - besides she graduated from UPenn. I just continued to verbally spar with Catherine until last call. I got the impression that Catherine fully understood that it would only be a matter of time until the ink dries on another post.