It’s the new year. I’m having a quiet morning listening to the jazz station. I’ve had breakfast and made pate brisee (fancy way of saying pie dough en Francais). I plan on making a pie later today as my first bake of 2016.
I had an early dinner with Sheila and Tom last night. Sheila served turducken with roasted root vegetables along with a variety of macarons for dessert. Post-dinner drinks were enjoyed by the fireplace in the family room. I was home by nine.
Double A had a small dinner party last night but I opted to stay local. At times, he seems to live on the other side of the world even though his suburb is only twenty-six miles away. Mike and Chris went a party at Roman’s. Roman is more of an acquaintance than friend so I didn’t expect to be invited to his party. Mack has been MIA for a while, which is expected, given he’s been working two jobs in an effort to make a financial recovery. And then there’s Paddy, who invited me, at the last minute, to a dinner at London’s. I politely declined given I was leaving for Sheila and Tom’s when he called. Paddy wanted me join him later at Charlie’s or X-Bar. Another option was to meet Paddy at an after-hours club. I knew I would not choose that option when Paddy told me he was planning on staying out until six or seven.
I arrived at my house at nine only to find out my garage keypad was not working in the 12° weather. Holy fuck! I was locked out. I left my house keys in the garage so as not to make my coat or pants pocket look bulky. Vanity had a price. I had to trudge through the snow is a pair of new, rather expensive, pair of shoes and climb the six-foot wood fence. What a way to end 2015! Locked out without a hat, gloves or scarf on a night where the low was expected to be 5°. I walked over the north side of the house and took off my new Helmut Lang coat I bought at Nordstrom earlier in the week, as yet another gift to myself. I didn’t want to tear the coat on the fence. I was able to climb the neighbor’s smaller chain-link fence and make my way over the wood fence with relative ease and minimal damage to the shoes. I often cursed the sight of that 1950’s era chain link fence but was now thankful for its existence. I retrieved my unharmed coat and made my way through the snow to the rear courtyard patio. The only thing left to do was break the garage door window since I was sure the door was locked. As luck would have it, the door was unlocked. I’m thinking that was a bit of good karma for making a nice sized donation to the homeless youth shelter after the dividend checks were cashed.
I was soon safe inside my warm house. I changed into fleece warm-up pants and old grey cashmere sweater and flipped on the TV. I put the shoes trees back in the shoes so they would keep their shape as they dried. I surveyed the damage. Thankfully, a coat of polish should take a care of the scuff marks. I was in bed before midnight.
I awoke at seven with the thought of Paddy just getting home in an Uber. I’m not hung over. I’m not tired. I’m refreshed and ready for 2016. I’ll probably skip the gym today. The only thing I have to do is pick up dinner rolls at Whole Foods for dinner at a gym pal’s house tonight. At least I think he’s just a pal. I guess I’ll find out tonight.