WWGD?

So I'm sitting in a dark corner of a restaurant with 2 friends J and S. Businessmen and women looking to wed them (bed them?) surround the bar. The three of us are stressed in ways that require good medicine or a very talented therapist to cure yet stick to meeting up after work to complain to each other in order to get by instead. The company of two others as confused and anxious as myself at that moment often feels like the only place I can find some peace in this city even though we are all in a state of craze at that moment. We laugh at ourselves and each other and although we live very blessed lives, great jobs, nice apts etc.. harp on one particular thing (boy) and feel that this week just might be the week that the world ends. Not every day is like this but on the special few where the energy is such that the three of us are in a state of emergency at the same time .. well its nothing short of magic. We sink low in leather chairs ..I sip (gulp) white wine, J has red and S drinks from a glass of water, no lemon no ice. "I'm fasting until I am happy again" she says. "I need to make myself like an empty vase and channel Ghandi." I support her in this decision mostly because I love the dramatic irony of the fact that part of the reason that she is upset is that her mother is threatening to sell the building that has been left in trust to her and so she calls on Ghandi. As we pay the bill and exit onto the hot NYC streets filled with cabs, buses, pee, and people who can actually afford the $10 glass of wine I just had, the sky threatens a thunderstorm for that evening. It delivers. Inner peace? There's always tomorrow.