Speech Fuzz

I can no longer claim to be asocial. I am putting it out there, I am spending time with people, I am committing comma splices.

Last weekend was da bomb. I even forgot about New Orleans a little bit.

Friday was do-nothing day.

Saturday was go-to-New-York-City day. I dropped my stuff off at the West Side Y, met whereispaco at Ty's and was joined at the hip with him for the rest of the day, which is a very pleasant place to be. Finally crashed into my bunk bed at the Y at 4:00 AM.

Sunday was go-to-Edgewater-and-party day. mondragon and elijoi, aside from being impossibly handsome, are gracious hosts with a conveniently-located party palace.

Others have chronicled the party better than I can. I met some new facially-haired guys. I was first in the hot tub. Hot tub ho!

I missed the 12:23 AM train to New Haven by mere minutes. I had to hang out in Grand Central Terminal for about an hour, finishing the book I was reading: Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules. I don't read many short stories... these were all good. Flannery O'Connor is great at making me stop cold in the middle of a story ("Revelation" in this case) and go... "HUH?".

So then I got on the 1:30, the uber-local, which crawled into New Haven at about 3:45... oh joy.

Monday was do-nothing day. Oh, I mowed the lawn.