update.
I'm posting now so I can stop thinking about posting.
March was fun, social, self-indulgent. Crazy busy. Not productive on the professional side of things (guiltguiltguilt), but definitely adventurous on the social side of things.
April is flying by. Most recently, I had a really good weekend, having gone home for my uncle's 80th birthday surprise party. Lotsa fam, lotsa food. Quality time, indeed.
I am very excited for summer in the city. If my time here in New York is finite, then I want to live it up as close to the atmosphere of The Wackness as possible -- ie sex, weed, beer, and iconic NY summer locations, all set to a Biggie Smalls soundtrack, colored with a muggy yellow haze*. Erm, maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I plan to relish all the city has to offer -- free SummerStage concerts in Central Park, the art scene(s), coco helado shaved ice carts, the humidity, and my peoples. Fingers crossed, by the end of it I'll have a plan (in the form of full-time employment). Still at that other salacious museum until further notice.
In the meantime, I have a gentleman caller. Dating someone who likes you, whom you also like, is rather enjoyable. Whodathunkit? Please recognize how momentous an occasion this is, and then put that thought away in a drawer so we don't muck this up. I'm leaving out the interesting details, but they are not important ones.
Lately I have an urge to go salsa dancing.
*=okay, so after I watched The Wackness, I wished it were 1994. This weekend I watched Grey Gardens and now I want heels and high waisted shorts, gin fizzes, the Hamptons, and tinkly piano music on a Victrola. I'll take either of these romanticized notions of New York in the summer without a budget, thank you.
March was fun, social, self-indulgent. Crazy busy. Not productive on the professional side of things (guiltguiltguilt), but definitely adventurous on the social side of things.
April is flying by. Most recently, I had a really good weekend, having gone home for my uncle's 80th birthday surprise party. Lotsa fam, lotsa food. Quality time, indeed.
I am very excited for summer in the city. If my time here in New York is finite, then I want to live it up as close to the atmosphere of The Wackness as possible -- ie sex, weed, beer, and iconic NY summer locations, all set to a Biggie Smalls soundtrack, colored with a muggy yellow haze*. Erm, maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I plan to relish all the city has to offer -- free SummerStage concerts in Central Park, the art scene(s), coco helado shaved ice carts, the humidity, and my peoples. Fingers crossed, by the end of it I'll have a plan (in the form of full-time employment). Still at that other salacious museum until further notice.
In the meantime, I have a gentleman caller. Dating someone who likes you, whom you also like, is rather enjoyable. Whodathunkit? Please recognize how momentous an occasion this is, and then put that thought away in a drawer so we don't muck this up. I'm leaving out the interesting details, but they are not important ones.
Lately I have an urge to go salsa dancing.
*=okay, so after I watched The Wackness, I wished it were 1994. This weekend I watched Grey Gardens and now I want heels and high waisted shorts, gin fizzes, the Hamptons, and tinkly piano music on a Victrola. I'll take either of these romanticized notions of New York in the summer without a budget, thank you.