Abstinence in the Burbs

I'm a bit confused.
I was sure I'd seen every episode of Sex and the City.
You know -- the story of a fabulous young woman with a fabulous job in a fabulous city, a fabulous wardrobe, fabulous friends, and a storybook love life.
I mean, she's not perfect -- obviously -- but not because she can't be; just because it's boring. Every fabulous story needs a few ups and downs, to highlight the actual fabulousness.
Clearly, this is my life.
The only thing is, I can't seem to find tonight's episode.
The one where the fabulous young lady is in her bed, alone, on Friday night, before 10 o'clock, with a glass of wine and the Ghost Whisperer.
Weird, right?
(At least I have the fabulous friends part. Personally, that seems like the most important part.)

Bubbly (Personalities and the Like)

Now do you people see why I haven't had the time to write you lately? This is what the kitchen counter at my office looks like this afternoon. And most of you probably know, I am a complete sucker for a good glass of... anything really.
(Quick background: The lovely and usually tipsy folks from Food & Wine Magazine have taken over about half of our office as they edit and write the 2010 Wine Guide. So for the past several months they've had boxes after boxes after boxes of wine delivered - I'm staring at about 300 bottles right now, conservatively - which they proceed to pop, sip, and then set aside. So of course, it's been up to us to take home a million bottles or so a night of barely touched great wine.)
Tonight will be tough - they're tasting the champagnes which obviously can't be recorked and therefore must be polished off immediately. I hope they pay me overtime.

And in between drinking and more drinking, I've been too busy to be any fun at all. We've had tons of work events lately, and I'm shooting a web series (whoa, acting stuff, I know) that's pretty much filling out the rest of my calendar. In essence, I suck and am -- still -- excruciatingly boring. Just trying to keep my chin up and not be lonely. People are supposed to be in love in the spring in New York, you know? I'm just sneezing and still looking. I'm trying to stay my normal chipper, upbeat, optimistic and not-at-all cynical or sarcastic self, but it's tough. It's tough. (People who love to laugh at my woefully melodramatic dry spell of a love life - and there are a LOT of you assholes - are demanding insight into my latest forays. I'm sure I don't have anything to say that hasn't been said a million times already, but if it'll keep you guys entertained I'll see what I can put together. Assholes.)

Hopefully the web series will turn out looking nice - it's been so long since I've really put anything on camera (other than the commercial that just won't die, of course...) that if feels nice to be working. The producer, Jonathan Betzler, runs Myriad Arts, and they've consistently put out some really interesting, brave, and fun projects over the past few years. (JB and I met a little over six years ago, when we worked on a film together called The Journal. He was an AD, and I was a girl who got felt up. He's definitely moved further up the ranks than me since then.) (I'm using a lot of parentheses today, for no apparent reason, other than editorial laziness.) The project is called Intersection and we're not quite halfway done with shooting, so I'll keep you posted.

Okay, I can't even bullshit around anymore. I have to go have champagne.