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Things you need to get by after bye-bye

In Blog on November 17, 2008 at 10:19 pm

This has been a long time coming. I drafted this not long after I separated from Ben; who I am proud to say has remained a friend and someone I care for deeply. It’s hard work – but it’s worth it. But people often talk about how they ‘get through’ and I kind of wrote this in possibly a dodgy emotional state, with no purpose, and then left it well alone until now – when I feel strong enough to post it. No proofing, no subbing, just a bit raw. No other reason than to just put it here, other than this blog has done more for me than I ever thought possible. No comments required, or requested. 7 years is a long time and one worth remembering.

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It was just before my 34th birthday that I became single -  after 7 years of togetherness. The why’s and how’s aren’t relevant (although they are important) but the main thing learning to be single again is almost a recovery programme, rehab for the confidence. I’m no expert at this as I have not had the relationship success that I suppose others have, you know, more long term partners – but maybe that’s an oxymoron; who knows? What I do know is that there are a number of  items, processes, things that help and are helping me move on and move forward, I thought I’d take a moment to share some of them.

 

1. Hotels.

As soon as ‘it’ happened we both realized that to stay together in the same shared space was just not really an  option. We had a place rented on Fire Island, but as beautiful as it is, catching a 6am ferry to Long Island and the subsequent travel hell on LIRR was out of the question. My friends told me that if there was one time in my life for true self-indulgence, this was it. I capitulated and began a journey of hotels in Manhattan that protected me, offered comfort and care and great movies on demand. Psychologically I think staying in hotels (a real passion of mine and incredibly decadent when in one’s own home town) helped me focus on me and what I wanted and needed a well as giving me the ability to have friends come round, to stay awake all night if I wanted and to order some pretty amazing breakfasts. So thanks go to The London, The Gild Hall Hotel and the Millennium Hilton (who offered me a top floor room with sweeping views over ground zero).

 

2. The gym.

The gym is a brilliant distraction and outlet for tension, sadness, anger and fat. I have a feeling there’s a television program in men in the gym getting therapy from personal/mental trainers who get their bodies and minds fit in tandem. Now, my trainer Chris, was in the middle of life change himself – by that I mean he was preparing for a marriage, god bless him. But during the immediate aftermath he excelled in dignity, care and actually pushing me really hard. It’s not always easy to talk about what’s happening in your life when you’re doing circuit training, but believe me it helps. You can also focus on the thing that you control – your body and create an upside almost, a reward for what you’re going through. It’s no surprise – but it is delightful – that my blood pressure is back to normal and I’ve not just kept off the 30 pounds I’ve dropped, but dropped more.

 

3. The internet.

No better way to communicate with everyone who needs to know what’s happened than the trilogy of iPhone, Facebook and Email. It’s a landmark moment when you change that relationship status on Face book – and one which gave me considerable torment — I just couldn’t face changing it, but I knew that it was part of the process. I understand that some have said that I live out too much of my life online, but this is where the new community is – this is where my  oh so wonderful family can catch up with me – keep tabs on me and send me love and support. It was telling that within moments of changing that status I seemed to receive a flood of incredibly kind messages from many friends-  and colleagues. Oh, if you’re going to do that it’s best to prune your friends list first – I did and do often. The iPhone helps because whilst I was looking for Richard and Zoe (dear dear friends who sacrificed their first children-less holiday in New York to support me) I was able to use the GPS to find them, the SMS to contact them and the web to look for a new apartment. It became a critical part of the journey. As was email. The ability to communicate one-way (which is REALLY important sometimes, you may not want dialogue, you just might want to say ‘I’m ok’) is incredibly important.

 

4. Pictures.

It takes it  out of you, whether you’re the protagonist or not – when it happens you’re left thinking ‘who am I?’ it’s hard to realize your value, to see what you mean, who you are and how you look. This is where I got into using Photobooth on my iMac. This time is a time to build confidence, I literally re-taught myself to appreciate who I was – in the most baseline way, how I looked, and to do that I took a picture a day. And I used those pictures. They became profile pics, they were on the fridge door  of my internet life. My backgrounds and screensavers focused on ME. I know, arrogant, egotistical – whatever – I needed to overcook my opinion on my looks to rebuild my confidence as a single person. Close friends got this, they understood that it was out of character – but they let me do it, and it helped rewire who I was and my opinion of myself – two things that end up being compromised into any relationship; because that’s how they work.

5. I’m still working on.

Farewell, Fire Island.

In Blog on November 1, 2008 at 10:34 pm

So today was the day I took myself and my very intelligent shadow out to Fire Island to clear out what’s left (what’s mine) and make sure we’d made good. Ben had been out a couple of weeks ago and had clearly had a really good tidy up – which was really helpful and much appreciated.

Up at 6.30 to catch the train to Bayshore, and a lovely journey out in bright blue skies – a little sad thinking of the recent memories, you know, the seperation and all – but I felt like I had real emotional support all around me.

You simply can’t be sad on Fire Island, well – I’m sure come January the year-rounders (Nancy and co) will want to shoot themselves right in the head (as my little sister and I love saying) but for the casual day-tripper; hang on, why ‘the casual day-tripper’ is there such a thing as a ‘formal day-tripper?’. It’s like when people say ‘practicing homosexual’ – actually I stopped practicing years ago.

The house was the same as it was when I was last there, although it felt happier – and an hour later, all packed and fast asleep. Awoken to the owner turning up to check out our checking out – and he wasn’t best pleased to find the place inhabited. In fact he was a bit rude – which, much like the garlic risotto that I’d consumed having failed to find anything breakfast like – left a bad taste in my mouth.

However, soon recovered – back to the ferry and home.

Fire Island is so special to me. It was the place I came to when I knew no-one in the city and Nancy was my only friend in the world (or so it felt – Manhattan can be a very lonely place). It was where we went to switch-off, escape the city (and although that sounds so contrived, you try relaxing in the city when it’s close to 100 degrees F and the place stinks)….

It was the place where we discovered that you could live without television (not much) and you could eat from a freezer through winter and still feel like it was gourmet food.

It was the place where my mom and I had the most horrible moment, which was immediately devastating and for which I may never forgive myself – but we’re closer for it.

It was the place where I got my body confidence back and learned to take my shirt off on the beach.

It was the place where there was no judgement, no anger, no politic and no problems.

And it was the place where I said goodbye to a powerful, life changing relationship to protect an as powerful friendship.

A part of me thinks it will never be the same again, and moreover that it may have to be a long time before I can go back. Most of me feels that today closed a chapter and my mind, soul and body will be better for it. All of me will never forget its magic, its beauty and its nature.

A good place NOT to eat oysters.

In Blog on July 2, 2008 at 1:08 am

Now, although Leslie and Joe are relatively new friends, and although we are almost always smashed whenever we meet I can’t deny one thing. They are smart, fast, funny and handsome (I know that’s more that one thing, give me a break).

So we met tonight (after a day of split base clienting, which sounds more painful than it is but requires quick thinking to not confuse magazines with ad agencies with online eperiential. To consult is to switch brief at the speed of light – or at least before the subway clatters into Grand Central. And I had an 7pm appointment with Ben and Leslie and Joe at AquaGrill on 6th.

We had a rapid G and T amidst the burble of interior design gossip – Joe whipped out his unit, a brand spanding new Canon G9 I think it is – the very camera I craved just last week and snapped a bit (after telling me I don’t in appear in any pictures EVER. It’s true. You’d think I was Michael J. Fox in BTTF when he starts to fade ‘Earth Angel…’. Anyway that’s all besides the point (or context as my wonderful mother would proffer).

Joe returned to the table and announced that he had witnessed a waiter go to the restroom and not abide by the sign for staff (which is, Wash You Hands, Smile and Don’t Clone Cards’. He was NOT happy. And indeed on departure kind manager said to him, with all the trainer of an Abu Ghraib therapist ‘I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about’ and turned away.

We departed for Mason Dixon. A dive on the LES for carbs and been and whilst Leslie headed up his obviously exhaustion from a hard day at being Captain America, Leslie shot about 14 deer on the video game.

It just goes to prove, you can buy fashion but you can’t buy class. I type this feeling a knot of macaroni and cheese (my diet Lex Luther) balling in my stomach – which does NOT bode well for Miami in the morning.

Checked, packed, boarding pass in hand. We are seriously ready to go. Thank God. We actually really need this. Our last break was at the very birth of this blog (go back and see) some 17 months ago. It’s only Miami, but it will be our Miami and we’ve got a lot of work to do.

I’ll try to check in. But frankly my envy for Joe’s camera now means I want to destroy mine and buy that one immediately. Thankfully I find this image of the balcony I expect, and frankly deserve quite restorative. We might check in over the next few.

There will be hell to pay if it’s not identical or superior. I know what soft-opening means. It means be soft on the consumer whilst you’re working out your kinks. I’ll be watching.

If I was any more excited I’d make a mess.

In Blog on June 30, 2008 at 11:17 pm

It’s true. 5 days in Miami beckon, in the brand spanking ‘not-quite-open’ Gansevoort South hotel on South Beach. For clarity, I would rather stick a red hot poker in my eye than stay in the Meat-packing variety, but for the 700 square foot room with a balcon, I’ll permit my standards to slip.

 

This hotel is SO new it’s got less than 10 reviews on TripAdvisor (the Oracle of travel). It’s so new that apparently Lance Bass had his 29th birthday party there (we’ll gloss over that bit). It’s so new, I’m hoping, that the Miami Shiterrati won’t have landed.

 

So much so that I pushed myself so hard in the gym today I had to have a cup of tea and a nice lay down.

 

As will Ben when he sees this car waiting for him to drive us at the airport:

 

A world without Cheese.

In Blog on June 30, 2008 at 11:13 pm

So just back from dinner with B and B at the Odeon. Apart from Ben’s 30 minute rendition (play by play) of the roller-derby, the meal was spanking good. In fact, the tuna was cooked to perfection – just as I had requested – and I had requested ‘however you think it should be done’ as I’m not used to asking how my fish should be cooked. Ask me if my goose is cooked and I’ll tell you, but fish? That’s just not cricket.

 

So, we eat, we chat we ‘do’ grappa and then we dessert. Well at least B and B do. Upon asking for a cheese plate by a waiter we presume was called Todd (no reason, he just looked like a Todd) we were told ‘we don’t do cheese plates, it’s just not on the menu’.

 

Holy moly. So they can offer 3 types of cheese on a cheeseburger but not 3, or even British Airways style, 2 types of cheese and a bloody water biscuit? 

 

It’s not like I’m asking for unicorn tears; I’m asking for what is proper and normal. And yet the Odeon can’t bring me this passed your eyes delight. So passed my eyes it’s clearly in the next sodding restaurant.

 

Shame on you Odeon, with you lovely meal and your fabulous grappa  - is a little cheese too much to ask?

Huzzah! A night on the ’tiles’!

In Blog on June 7, 2008 at 8:19 pm

Tonight the city beckons with her dainty hand, which belies a wicked wicked core.

We’re off to Country, on Madison for dinner with Over Qualified Many Secret Skills Friend in the city who’s just returned from Long Island. We are VERY excited.

Today Ben has remodelled the entire flat.

Well, we’ve moved the bed, but above our bed, lies a super chic hospital bed curtain (but in aluminium and lined fabric) and to move it was an act that involved a mop,  4 seperate trips to the ‘hardware store’ and plenty of ‘arrghhhs’ and flat batteries on a drill.

Why does a rechargable drill never really recharge?

Ben can be so manly at times it hurts.

Another year… another oyster.

In Blog on May 27, 2008 at 3:17 pm

So, cast your mind back to May 8th. That’s the night before the ‘Epic Trip’ began. But I’m not sure we’ve talked much about it. It was the beard’s birthday and for his birthday I had booked an epicurean feast for those who are passionate about LSOS (Little Shells Of Snot) – or Oysters as they are more commonly known.

Batia joined us for a SUMPTUOUS dinner at the Grand Central Oyster Bar, deep in the bowels of the station and a New York Classic. Ben’s face lit up as we approached (not just because of the self-tanning) and he looked as excited to be there as I did to be there with him.

Shortly after Batia arrived, looking PRECISELY like your best dream of Chanel – in delicate layers, precise quilting and hair as sleek as it was raven. Stunning frankly.

Nearly as stunning as the nigh on 30 oysters that Ben pretty much consumed on his own with a face of such abject delight that I could cast aside any thoughts for his poor insides.

An experience is often worth more than a gift, and this experience with some very special people was both a wonderful birthday present for him – and a great parting memory before my big old tour.

Sublime.

Hill and High Water

In Blog on March 9, 2008 at 7:40 pm

Well, we’ve just had a very late protein lunch at Hill Country (Broadway and 26th). It’s had a fair few rave reviews – including New York Magazine – and I hold that title in high regard.

For $49 you get the ‘Two-Step’ which is a meal for two. Two Orcs that is, two Orcs who like theivin’ and have bastard children to steal for.

If you don’t get it, I mean it’s  lot of meat. Ribs, pork and beef, chicken, and more pork and beef.

What’s GREAT about the meat is that it isn’t dipped in sugar based sauces (or ‘high fructose corn syrup). It tastes properly smoked and is sublimely spiced.

The sides rocked, the beans really were good for our hearts and darling Ben appeared to enjoy his German Potato Salad (although  it’s as German as I am Spanish).

Overall Great. Not brilliant but great. Ben’s complaint? ‘I wish they had plates’. I agree entirely.

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