Movin On Up...
...to the East Side (LITERALLY!)...Hey kids. Long time, no post. I just moved into a new apartment in NYC yesterday, and by tomorrow, I'll have all the furniture and cable installed. First place I've ever had by myself, and it's pretty damn amazing. Of course, everything that could've gone wrong with the furniture delivery on Saturday DID, but who cares, I have a chaise on the wrong side of my expensive Italian leather couch, no big deal! (Ok, it is to my highly opinionated Jewish mother)...Living at home for the past 4 months after being on my own in college for 4 years and then living in the city with my two best friends for 3 years was, uh, shall I say, HORRIFIC. But not as bad as I make it sound. Free food somewhat counteracts my mom asking me 109342930932 questions a day. Love my parents to death, just dont want to LIVE with them...Everything at work is good, I'm working on a DVD about the 75th Anniversary of the All Star Game, its pretty cool. But my whole focus right now is my apartment, its a pretty pimpin bachelor pad. My friend told me that yesterday, and my response was, "Yeah, thats fucking great, I might be a bachelor by definition, but surely not by action."...But hopefully I get my ass in gear and start getting back into the social thing I havent done in a while...SPEAKING OF WHICH, I found out two nights ago that my ex, Tara, was engaged. That freaked the living hell out of me. First of all, she's 3 years younger than me. Secondly, anytime your last girlfriend gets married, its a little weird. Especially when it was the first girl you really liked. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous or unhappy--quite the opposite. I love Tara to death, even though we dont talk much anymore, and I only want the best for her, as she's a great girl. We both broke it off mutually, because I just wasnt ready for certain things and it was a good decision for both of us. I've just been in a rut since then, and its been too long. I'm taking her and her fiancee out to dinner next week because I've never met him and if she's in love with him, I have no doubt he's a great guy. She's still WAY too concerned about me and my life and if I'm happy or doing ok with girls, which is precisely why I'm happy that SHE'S happy. Such a sweetheart. Anyway, dinner's here, so my fat ass must go. Hope all is well, and I was just thinking that last time I made an LJ post was the day I benched 350 for the first and last time (most of you wont have a clue what that means), and then I promptly tore my shoulder and am reduced to being a bitch like the rest of you :P...Ah, memories of the good 'ol days! Take it easy kiddos.