you are who you eat with
you’ve gotta be shitting me
On the plane, catching up on issues of “Lucky Peach” and coincidentally finding work done by two women from whom I am once removed. They do not know each other. They both know different men in my life.
Life is weird.
yesterday, my love brought home for me tulips and a basket of ripe strawberries.
it’s the little things.
plans to drink beer after work and all i can think is: what a waste of a great day to be drinking rather than running.
I love my life.
I never understood why people felt overwhelmed with friends’ engagements and weddings and baby-makings until this year. The last week alone has been oh my god.
THREE BABY ANNOUNCEMENTS AND AN ENGAGEMENT IN *24* HOURS HAS TO BE SOME KIND OF RECORD.
In an Uber being driven by the BEST driver I’ve ever had, named Aureliano! We are en route to Newark SIX whole hours before my flight because with the Super Bowl shit show, I am so scared of missing my flight. But fuck, there is NO ONE on the road, so I have hours to kill at the airport.
I leave New York with:
- cold-pressed juice in my belly
- the newest pair of The Most Expensive Shoes I Own (like twofold)—a birthday gift from Cari.
- a very strong motivation to run seriously again !
- a lot of confusion about where I want to live
NYC, I’ll see you again this year!
Signing off to chat with Aureliano.