Road warrior – pishaw
Gone are the days when I could act like a road warrior or actually want to be. After starting my day yesterday at 4AM and then ending it at Vatan’s Indian Restaurant down on 3rd and 29th for a friend’s birthday celebration, I finally hit my wall.
I had just come from JFK, and collapsed on the bed for 45 minutes into a deep sleep, then I came out of the Muse and couldn’t find a taxi so a bicycle guy pulled up and said hop in and off we went. Vatan’s was delicious and the Taj Mahal beers flowed endlessly but only served to make me sleeping.
We strolled home to walk off the chickpeas and papadams and blocks before the hotel ran into old friends that I haven’t seen in years. We were updated on other friends – this one has two kids, this one has two kids, this one has two kids. Good grief – we keep trying to write that into our script – Rachel and Tatjana have two kids now, but it’s still in the wings.
Last night, as I brushed my teeth I felt like someone was standing in front of me saying “You’re getting sleepy” and I collapsed again into bed. As I was trailing off into a coma, I thought who the hell wants to be a road warrior anyway?