Your Unemployed Daughter

Alas! It has come to my attention that we have but 3 more weekends in August, including the one that starts most immediately, as soon as we can leave our places of business (or non-business) and get things started.

There’s nothing better, in YUD’s opinion, on a late-summer Friday when the sun’s still out and the duties are done than a cold glass of rosé, particularly sipped al fresco, and when the sun goes down, by candlelight. Even if it is a White Zin and comes with a Bud Light chaser.

Who am I to judge? I drank cold, 2-day-old coffee mixed with vodka and flat club soda last night. And I liked it.

In anticipation of our upcoming weekends, to making the most of what remains of the Summer o’ Love ‘09, and to Derek’s latest TGMTU, please raise your glass. Or can.

Let’s say you get home a little buzzed. Hey, no judgments. We’ve all been there. You’re not super drunk, but having walked from the West side (cheaper and calorie-burning!), very efficiently using that time to call various men you may or may not be interested in, and, of course, to internally debate about whether stopping into certain bars would be a good thing or a bad thing, you’ve grown a bit … thirsty.

Nearly home, you wonder whether the wine store is still open. (All you have at the apartment is an elderly bottle of red that gave you a pretty bad hangover that night you were dishing to that Gawker dude, and it’s been a few days—God, maybe weeks!—since then.)

You check your BlackBerry since until you get your Patek Philipe you are watchless for the duration. Damn, it’s 11:15. Well, it’s either home or some nearby bar, and given that it’s a Thursday, and all of the raucous youngsters are out crowding your usual VIP spots, you choose home. You must have something you can throw together, right? (You wouldn’t be YUD if not.)

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