the breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea

I'm so tired of dating. So, so, so very tired. I'm taking a break from it all.

Tomorrow night, however, I have a date with an old friend (Al!) with whom I haven't spent a lick of time since the Summer of 1999 (also known, to many of you, as the Summer of Action). Will we even recognize each other? I do hope so 'cause we're meeting in Midtown West and there are few places less enjoyable in which to walk around, lost and confused, searching for your dinner partner.

Last night's Book Club meeting was a whole lotta fun, actually. We met here and had pizza and salad and wine and conversation. Out of the ten or so women who are in the club, a rousing three showed. Ha! 'Twas still a good time, however. as we actually discussed the book (!) but discussed men and work and the city and what not, too.

Next book? I'm pushing for any of the following:

"The Sound and the Fury"
"Catch-22"
"Don Quixote"
"Uncle Tom's Cabin"
"Song of Solomon"

...but I'm not sure what the others have to say about my Oprah-like choices.