flaky folks

Ahoy,

So I've been having trouble securing a group of people that are not flaky, or lazy-butts. I understand why this has become an issue. Most, if not every, social gathering with which my colleagues engage revolves around alcohol. Being that I do not care for such frivolity, I have neglected any sort of bonding that may occur when people are inebriated. I have come to realize how truly remarkable and amazing my friends are. However, they are geographically predisposed. Having established that, I must now seek out sober people that like to have fun during normal business hours.

I have no problem wandering on my own, but I find that the right companion does make certain events more fun. I won tickets for Singapore Eats. The food was delicious and spicy, and you missed out. And I met this couple from Sweden who had been to NY loads of times for business, but this time they were here for pleasure. Bryant Park Fall Festival was happening and I'm really glad I went to the show I did. It was totally worth it, despite the unsolicited and unfulfilled rain warnings. It's been incredibly humid in the Northeast corridor, but the weather forecast remains unreliable and incorrect because this past weekend was as gorgeous as one could hope for. Duumbo Arts Festival was a fine way to spend a visit ALL the way to Brooklyn. Brooklyn Bridge Park is really coming along and expanding quite nicely, carousel and all. Of course, the hipsters continue to crawl the district. This was the last weekend ferries were running to Governor's Island. I missed the vendy awards on Saturday, but Sunday was fun too. It's original purpose is clear in a lot of what remains on the Island, which was a neat experience to be among. I finally met someone who didn't flake out for that adventure. Hopefully more adventures to come.

clingily stuffed,
JT

just one more

Ahoy,

So it was this time a year ago, A and I were scrambling around for documents, etc. to prove that we would be good tenants. It was hot and sticky. I had a guest and she had a guest we had to end up housing with her friend. This time around is a little different. This time has included 24/7 rain and a drippy ceiling. I'm still living at the same place, and this time I'm by myself. Who will eat my food? Who will I cook for? I'm apprehensive, but this is my last year. It can't be too disastrous.

I got bit twice last night. I guess some things stay the same.

lonesomely starved,
JT