The Life and Times of Totally Tyler

Eric is a writer-friend of mine that wears too much jewelry but he shares my love for a delicious cocktail and a hearty laugh. We are both busy New Yorkers but we do our best to meet once or twice a month for brunch. Brunch is a big deal.

Auntie Richard knows all of the best restaurants in the city so of course he was my go-to guy when I needed a suggestion for a great brunch spot when Brock came to visit. We met Uncle Richard at Sheridan Square and had a pre-brunch cocktail at the legendary Stonewall Inn before he led us to Perilla.

“I have never had so much disdain for Mondays.” I was telling Auntie Richard this as we made our way out of the rain and into Birdland, a jazz club in Midtown. The hostess seated us at a candlelit table, center stage. “I’ll have a lemondrop martini,” I said to the waitress. “Actually, make that two.”

It occurred to me while I was tied to The Dancer’s bed that I was about to break my new ‘no sex’ rule. Oh well, I thought, playfully tugging at the three feet of rope that snaked around my wrists.

Sunday brunch with Auntie Richard and his friends is always a treat. We meet at 10 X 44, where the food is almost as delicious as the waiters and the drinks are smooth and strong. Our group is a lively bunch, consisting of playwrights, television critics and gossip columnists.