did i mention that i went to new york city again? this time for the fourth of july, and it was spectacular.
five days later, and i'm continuing this line of thought that i gave up on. to clarify (clarity? MY strong point?) i wrote those two lines above five days ago. reasonably soon after i took the trip to nyc. now, i'm tired, and not really sure how much enthusiasm i can feign, but i know if i don't write this now, i won't ever write it, and then i will feel like i can never write any more up here until i write about that damn trip.
not to imply that the trip was bad, just that i think i'm far happier reading about other people's lives than writing about my own. i just want to maintain some semblance of interest in this site (can you say ADD?) until its one year birthday. or until i get a second wind.
ANYWAY. the trip to nyc was fun. did you really think i would say that it wasn't? i know micah, for one, is always waiting to hear me say that nyc is the miserable shithole that he's always claimed it is, but i won't. i can't. i think it's disgusting how much i love nyc. and i don't mean that in the cheezy tourist bureau slogan kinda' way.
so, nyc was fun. lanette, max, reena, and company (for the various parties involved's sake, i'll leave it at that -- when you're traveling with enough indians, you never can tell how much information is TOO much information) drove up to nyc thursday morning. indian standard time of course, so even tho i woke up at 5am, all of us (read: max and i) didn't get to nyc till 215pm (in time to pick lanette up from laguardia!).
hijinks ensued, blah blah blah, i got to visit the met, see the graduate (except we didn't see the one with jason biggs -- it was josh radnor playing benjamin braddock), finally got around to visiting the remote lounge (which was OUR idea -- april, lanette, and me -- from, like, FOUR years ago) (no, i'm not bitter), and other various/sundry establishments. the fireworks were incredible, and thanks to eric and his friends we had an amazing view (an apartment overlooking the river). i've got some pictures somewhere, but i'm not sure that they'll be up here anytime soon.
also, interestingly enough, i ran into some prolific bloggers ("internet celebrities" as i called them, when explaining them to my non-web-obsessed friends) and had an incoherent conversation with them which mostly consisted of my saying "this is so surreal". i'm not sure whether they were baffled by my accosting them or just disturbed, but they were definitely cool in person. namely, they were: ernie, bertie, min jung, and choire. i read most of their blogs semi-regularly, and i actually knew they'd be in town, mostly-jokingly considered emailing them (knowing i'd be in town at the same time), but then chickened out at the last minute. and then i randomly ran into them at 330am saturday night in some random korean karaoke place. funny, huh?
not that any of you care. anyway, why am i still up, you ask? and why am i spending this precious enchanted hour in front of my computer? what do you expect from a self-imposed vow of temporary sobriety? it's hard work, i tell you.
oh, and i'm sparky. which also means that electroliciousness is quite possibly beyond my reach (i blame you). i'm placating myself by reasoning that at least it's in the same range as the love of my life.