10 days into January and so far I'm doing ok with the New Year's resolutions. Which I suppose shouldn't be too much of a surprise.

Did two bikram classes last week (dragged McG to one on Saturday) and have booked two for next week. I like booking classes online, it forces me to actually go.

Friday night I saw Wit with my brother and his gf. I hadn't seen or read it, so it was a very pleasant surprise. It's a smart show with some interesting things to say about both poetry and the state of health care (my kind of play). And Cynthia Nixon was great.

Saturday was "drinking night" last week and it was super fun. Lyon and SE and I went to the Aires concert at Lincoln Center and the afterparty at the Empire Hotel. I felt a little old at the afterparty (though we weren't the oldest!), but the huge swelling of D pride I felt while watching Aires old and young sing Dartmouth Undying and Hanover Winter Song was well worth it. I did not talk to my Aires crush. Because apparently my fear of crushes does not stop when they are 7 years younger than me.

Sunday I watched two episodes of Greek and then hung out exclusively in Brooklyn. Met up with NC to catch up and then we got lunch with a friend from London and her friend from high school at a super cute cafe in Brooklyn Heights. After lunch we wandered around Cobble Hill (love wandering around with an urban planner, even though I did get a little irritable when I had to pee) and then I headed over to Park Slope for Downton Abbey and delicious treats with J.  The next morning I started to look at real estate in Brooklyn Heights. And then remembered that I like being able to walk home from places in Manhattan.

Part of the drinking less resolution is a productivity thing. I always feel obligated to do something social in New York and because I have so much writing to do this month, I thought it would make a difference if I explicitly said I wouldn't drink. Unfortunately, I've still been hanging out with other people drinking, which doesn't help me write any. Tonight I went to the library, took out lots of books about lesbians and then headed home. I don't write well at home at night. Must figure out where/when I do write well. I am, after all, a writer.