I got all dandified for my night out in NY last night.
But it’s 12:56 a.m. Saturday, and I’m sitting on this computer.
Something is not right here.
Let’s run it back, shall we?
I threw on my new Gap corduroy blazer I got on sale for $34.99, with a vest (fast becoming my signature) and Brooks Brothers silk chocolate tie, atop a white French cuff shirt. I completed my look with a pair of Levis and a pair of brown suede Kenneth Cole loafers.
Note: My brother strongly recommends Levis for their cut, comfort and timeless fashion. He was so enamored with them he gave me the very pair I’m wearing.
Accessorized with silver cuff links from Harlem Thread, a distressed silver buckle black leather belt and my Movado, I was quite the dandy.
I wore my hair up, to complete the look of a curiously handsome, and well dressed cosmopolitan man about town.
Plans were to liaise with friends on the lower East side, attend a Magazine launch in Chelsea, and link with some Hollywood types from LA to wind out the evening.
I put in QT with the kids, and felt I had earned my hall pass. That’s right! I said it! I EARNED my night out.
With a preggo in the house, I can’t just be stepping out, I’ve got to put in my time, to wit:
I got up at 7:00 am, got the kids dressed. Asha and Chima generally dress themselves, so I really only had to get Banana (that’s Duran) dressed. But I’ll take credit for all three. Someone had to tell them to get dressed. Hello?
7:00 – 7:20 made breakfast and packed lunches
7:20-7:35 fed breakfast and took out garbage
7:35-7:45 got dressed and retrieved Banana from having hair done
7:45-7:55 got kids in car
7:55-8:35 drop offs and D&D run for preggo’s daily decaf-caffeine fix
8:35-9:00 shower and shave, call William Sonoma in the Short Hills mall to confirm that Zoku is in stock (it’s not)
9:00-9:30 Google and call various WS within 25 mile radius to find Zoku-stocked store (locate one in Paramus)
9:30-9:50 drive preggo with shopping list (where’d she get a shopping list?) in tow to Garden State Mall (exit 161 Garden State Parkway) in which aforementioned WS in located
9:50-12:00 acquire Zoku, Coach 2010 planner refill, Hello Kitty pen, Green Tea Frappuccino, and filet-0-fish meal
12:00-12:20 return to Montclair
12:20-1:25 click click clack on my MacBook, make a few calls and Skype chat
1:25-1:35 retrieve kids from bus stop (half day, ordinarily they would have been home at 3:00)
1:35-2:20 set the kids up with snacks, Kumon and homework
2:20-2:35 pick up Banana from Montclair Pre-K and bring her home
2:35-3:15 review assignments and get kids ready for weekly Kumon lesson
3:15-3:30 pile kids in car from 5 minute ride to Kumon
3:30-4:35 Kumon with the kids (Banana and I sit in car. Me click click clack. Her making Jim Henson with her bunnies)
4:35-5:45 Detour to Wendy’s for impromptu surprise dinner (Kumon instructor’s report was full of praise)
5:45-6:15 Back home, switch kids into pjs, lay out sleeping bags laid in living-room-converted-to-indoor-campground and set plasma to On-Demand Hotel for Dogs.
6:15-6:55 order Chinese for preggo, dressed and wait…and wait…and wait (Me: Helllo. Where is my food? Them: Very busy. Coming. He be there soon)
6:55-7:10 feed preggo, check on kids
As I said, I EARNED my night out.
7:10-8:30 drive to NY (ordinarily takes 20 minutes)
When I finally broke on through to the other side of the Hudson, I had missed my first rendezvous. The friends on the Lower East Side? Also running late.
Make more phone calls in the lobby of their apartment building…and wait…and wait…
He arrives. It’s 9:12. We shoot the breeze. Jay Z and Frank Sinatra at MSG are in hi-def on a 42″ LCD on Fuse. Next thing I know, it’s 11:44. Concert was banging (Jay Z is quite the showman), but I’ve totally forgotten about the launch party.
I call my man, and of course, it goes straight to voicemail (because he’s in the function, you see, and probably can’t hear his phone). Did I say that the function went from 9:00-1:00? When he finally calls back, it’s 12:11.
The launch party is clearly not in my future, and I convince myself I’m not really trying to hang out. Gracefully bow out from the Hollywood types, and head back home.
Hit a little traffic on 280 coming back to Jersey, and here I sit.
It’s now 2:45. I’ve been writing and editing.
I’m having an ephipany.
Love the kids. Taking care of them is a pleasure. It’s still work, but fun work.
Probably accomplished more NOT liaising with folks tonight than if I had.
Answered emails. Sent texts. Made calls. Worked on site with my developer. Closed a deal. Scheduled a few meetings.
Got a lot done today.
I like working from home.
It’s 3:23. Just had to tell someone.
2 responses to “It’s Friday night and I should be partying like a rock star. But I’m blogging.”
You were looking quite stylish- even I have to admit ;0) And, I am quite sure my girl and the kiddies appreciate all you do!
Dayum, dude. EARNED is an understatement… when you’re finished with the cape, send it over this way. (And you looked REALLY fly for a guy blogging and closing deals on the computer in the car…)