The weekend. Most people live for it. As for me, those two days are like any other day. This is both the blessing and curse of being out of the workforce for several years. I have the freedom to do what I want, but no urgency to getting around to doing it.
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This weekend, the only thing I really wanted to do was to go to dinner with Vicki #1. So, on Friday night, I decided to give my wig a bath and let it dry overnight. This allowed me to have fresh, clean hair on my head when we would go to Xavier's H2O in Yonkers in the evening.
For the most part, I hung out around the house all day Saturday. My GI Tract was giving me problems, and it did so just before I got ready for the evening. As usual for me when going to a fancy restaurant, it was on with the LBD and some of my nicer costume jewelry, and out the door when Vicki arrived.
Vicki has grown very uncomfortable driving in the dark. So I agreed to do the driving to Yonkers. In a way, it was like visiting a past that is long gone. My late wife worked near the Getty Square area, opposite the former city jail. I remembered the area with quite a few run down industrial structures made of old red brick. Most of those structures have been either been rehabbed to look better than new. And the ones that have been town have been replaced by sleek, new multistory buildings which fetch excessive rents. And this would effectively be my first time back in the area in years.
Xavier's is in the building which used to be the old Yonkers pier. To park there, one must use Valet parking shared between two restaurants. It's not bad when one drops of her car. But when one picks up her car, the wait in the cold on the waterfront can be quite chilling - I was glad I was wearing tights under my dress.
Vicki preceded me into the restaurant. The dining floors of the place were one and two stories off of water level. I'd bet that they are making sure that in case of potential floods, that the operations areas of the restaurant are unaffected. But I digress. We arrived at the reception desk and were guided to a table on the second floor. (The above is the view from the window directly behind me. It's nice to have the NYC skyline as a distant background.) There's not much I can say about the place better than that I'd go back there in a heartbeat. The service was excellent, and everything put in front of us was perfect.
We talked about many things on the way home, including my relationship with GFJ and the possibility of my finding another partner. She was trying to avoid unnecessary cruelty to me in saying that "not every pot has a lid." (Not her words, but it's an expression that works here.) This is something I already knew, and was comfortable with her being able to tell me an uncomfortable truth that I've had to deal with for a while.
Eventually, we made it home, and she left for the evening. As for me, I stripped off my dressed and packed it in for the night. What I didn't know at the time was that I wouldn't be going out the following day. I had no energy or desire to get up and about. Nor, did I see any other reason to have me do so.
Dinner with Vicki
What I think was a minor cold woke me up, and kept me awake until I used some cold/cough syrup.
