It's pretty amazing. I started this blog with the intent of writing in it every day. It's pretty hard to do ANYTHING every day. But I'll keep at it, and maybe I'll hit my goal of regular daily updates at some point.
Last night, I went to Chase's goodbye party. That would make the third friend leaving NYC in the last two weeks. (Although I suppose Jennifer and Adam really only count once...but they're both my friends.) I idly wonder if this isn't just some normal course of events. Let's be fair...I went to cities, lived there for a year or a few years, then bailed just the same way. I KNOW I have friends in Hong Kong who miss me and keep asking me to come back...and in London as well. Why should life be any different when I come back to New York?
In any case, we went to this place in the East Village on a Saturday Night, around the corner from where I used to live when I was first at NYU. I think 2nd Avenue has become more trendy...or maybe I wasn't paying attention all that much when I was living there. The food was OK, the drinks were decent. I left early-ish, because I was just fading fast. It was only 10:30pm, and I felt like I was passing out. It was kinda warm in there, it's true. Maybe that affected me, along with the very small amount of alcohol I had. (Less than half a mojito.) And I even took an hour nap before I left to go there. No idea why I'm so tired all the time.
Whatever...anyway, on my way to the party, I took a cab, and I will say this with no hesitation: Riding in a cab up the FDR with the window open on a nice night is without question my favorite part of living in New York. It's the wind, and the smell of New York, and the dark and the lights, and the water, and the sounds of city. I enjoy taking that ride during the day, especially a really nice day...but at night is when I think "I love being in New York."
I don't have less friends...I just have a widely separated group of friends. I wonder if it's generational. Or occupational. I probably could travel around the world and stay with friends in half the places I go.
When I was living with Mike Finkel, I was astounded at the number of people who used to crash on our (his) ugly orange couch or in our bathtub (no kidding) or on the floor. Literally one or two people a week the entire time I lived there. Some of them didn't speak much English. It just occurred to me that Mike was living my lifestyle before I even knew it existed. Mike has friends all over the world. And I mean everywhere.
I DID get my laundry done yesterday, though. So I got that going for me...which is nice.
Today, I'm doing my taxes...which I've done already...but I'm doing them again, because frankly, I can't figure out why I owe so much money. I hope I made a mistake...in my favor.
Maybe I'll go see a movie with Adam later...he said he wanted to last night...but it's going to rain.