Rhubarb Sundae, Happy Tuesday

Ask someone to name his favorite day of the week and, more often than not, the answer will fall on the weekend. I actually quite like Sunday as I feel less pressure to “do something.” Sunday is for long naps, catching up or sprinting ahead depending on your personality; I use Saturday to sleep in and go to bed late.

But my favorite day of the week is Tuesday. By then, Monday is over and you’ve finally come to terms with the (work) week ahead. The reason why I like Tuesday best, however, is more sentimental. Tuesday used to be the day I’d send and receive an email from my friend Peter in Denmark. He was my classmate in college, but he was only in the States for one semester. When it came time to say goodbye, I invited him to write me each week to share his adventures back home in Copenhagen. He replied, “Okay, which day?”


We were digital pen pals for a couple of months and it was great. But our correspondence stopped when I got hit by a car during spring break in Greece. I was in a hospital in Athens for two months without Internet access, which tends to stem the flow of communication a bit.

Although we no longer write each other every week or even every month, I still look forward to seeing what Tuesday brings. And I’m extra careful when crossing the street.

Rhubarb sundae with strawberry ice cream layered with brown sugar oatmeal crisp from Trestle on Tenth, 242 10th Avenue (212) 645 5659

It wasn’t an especially photogenic meal, but I had a yum crab cake sandwich with watercress cole slaw for lunch at an adorbz Swiss brasserie in the city. I remarked to my busy business lady colleague who’s in town from Montréal working with me this week that we’ve basically spent 25 percent of our time together eating, 60 percent of our time together walking, and the rest of our time together actually working.

Forgot to mention: I went to busy daddy’s company holiday party last night, which was held at a cute Swiss brasserie near busy daddy’s office. As the gays like to say, Everyone was there! Paul Lynde! Rip Taylor! Everyone!

I got to meet some of busy daddy’s clients and friends, and catch up with people I haven’t seen in a while. This was the fourth holiday party I’ve been to this season, and I’ll tell you what, it was the best one so far, not just because I’m biased toward busy daddy, but because of the party’s intimate scale, cozy venue, and yummy eats and drinks.

One problem: I think I’ve exhausted my admittedly limited reservoir of small talk, so I didn’t have much to say to anyone. I tried pretending that I didn’t speak English, but most people quickly copped me to my little charade.

We had a great time. We did, however, get home much too late.