When I'm Drunk, I'm Beautiful...

Hello, blog-reading friends! I am a bit smash-ed right now, which, as you know, is somewhat unusual for me. I'm not averse to a glass of fine wine/beer/liquor here and there, but I am usually averse to five glasses of fine wine/beer/liquor here or there. All of this apparently changes when I go to a phenomenal dinner with V at a fine restaurant where he's buds with the sommelier. Some advice: Try to go to a fine restaurant where you or your date is buds with the sommelier. There will be perks (which are substantially better than blood). Chris (said sommelier) gave us not only some complimentary wine, but also two additional scotches to go with the Macallan 25 we splurged on. One of the two was a Macallan 50. Oh my God. I don't even know how to describe it. Suffice it to say I feel superior to you all, now that I've had the Macallan 50. I'm like the 14 year old boy who's the first in his class to have sex. Or something. While my taste buds are elated, but metaphors apparently suffer after a gin and tonic, a glass of champagne, half a bottle of chateau-du-pape, a taste of 10 year scotch, a serving of 25 year scotch, and half a serving of 50 year scotch. Maybe I exaggerate. But barely.

The food was great, too. I had a "PB & J" (their creative foie gras-based appetizer) and bacon-wrapped duck. V had a goat cheese salad and the short ribs with truffle mousse. All dishes were phenomenal. And Chris arranged for a complimentary lollipop tree with dessert, which was amazing. In short, even if you have to pay full price for everything. I recommend davidburke & donatella. The portions are far more generous than you'll get at any other super-upscale restaurant, and the food is redonkulous.

So V and I got wasted. We were about even until Grand Central. He had missed his train by five minutes, so we stopped at the bar. Realizing that 130 pounds of Jew can only take so much, I ordered a coke. He got another cocktail, which tipped him from loose-lipped to incoherent. Which was fun, but it also marked a pretty clear end to the festivities. The loose-lipped stage was great, though. I'm sure tomorrow morning I'll regret many things I didn't get out of him. But the things I did get out of him were pretty good...mwhahahahaha.

Oh! And I should mention what we were celebrating, considering it's been my most important life development in a while: I got into YUUS this past week! Woo! I'm not positive I'm going to go there...I'm still looking pretty seriously at one other UUS (mentioned in an earlier post), but I think it's the most likely place, and I'm very, very excited to be offered a spot. When I visited Brad there at the beginning of the year, one thing he said to me was, "this is the most intellectually secure group of people I've ever met." That's a pretty compelling reason to choose a school. So I'm a little bit thrilled.

In other life news, Jess and I went to a Rufus concert at Radio City on Valentine's Day. The concert was just great; I've been listening to 14th Street constantly ever since. Rufus is pretty sweet live...all of his crazy Rufisms come across even better than they do on the albums. And his outfits are (there's no better word) fabulous. All right, I should probably get to bed early so I'm ready to read for Seed tomorrow morning. Good night, my friends!

You Are Old

I've had that familiar itch lately. That feeling of, "My God, how long has it been? A month? A year? Longer? Too long." So tonight I did it.

I found some interesting data, and I graphed it.



This is a breakdown, in five year increments, of the age of the world's population. It's from the International Data Base. Sorry about that little yellow box in the upper left-hand corner...screen captures aren't what they used to be.

If you are 28, I have some exciting news for you: You're older than over half of the world! I know, you can't deduce this exactly from the chart, but it's in the database (or data base, as the case may be). To all my friends turning 25 now, you are older than merely 44.8% of the world. In a little over a week, however, my grandmother will turn 80 and be officially older than 98.5% of the world's population. Yowza. And those small children aren't so small...compared to the world! Five-year-olds are older than about a tenth of the world.

I think this stuff is fascinating. BTW, world life expectancy is 66.2 years...but that's including infant mortality. Oh, and it's the world. It's a pretty diverse place. If you live in the good ol' US of A you can (at birth) expect to live 78.1 years. If you're a newborn in Liberia...you don't want to know.