Wednesday, February 22nd 2006
I Heart New York
After a fabulous weekend in NYC I am back in Boston. The flight was great; I will always look for a red-eye whenever possible now, but perhaps a little earlier since the flight I chose was the last one to leave PS. I arrived in Boston just in time to grab a cup of Joe, a quick bite to eat and pack the car to head to NYC. It was a perfect party – just as anticipated. All my friends were there, the confetti machine was in full force and so were the men. I haven’t been around that much bass and testosterone in a while…it was intoxicating to put it lightly. I enjoyed having Sarah there for a couple of reasons. One, it was her first time to visit NYC’s Crobar and hear a top notch DJ like Tony Moran. Second, it was nice to have a woman there. This might sound a bit weird, but having her next to me kept the men away. I loved it. Nobody knew what to make of us. Guys will boldly come over and interrupt me when I am with my male friends, but they won’t even make eye contact when I’m sharing Sarah’s company. I was able to really enjoy the evening and the crew I was with sans interruptions and messy intruders. I left early the next morning to return to the hotel and watch movies buried under pillows with the “Do Not Disturb” sign clearly displayed. We returned Tues AM with a sunny, easy drive back to Boston.
Driving with Sarah was amusing at the very least. I remember driving here and how East Coasters operate their cars. Let me tell you, it is way different than those out West. I have done the drive from PS to LA more times than I can remember as well as to San Diego and San Francisco. Not to mention two drives cross-country. Needless to say, my patience level (when it comes to driving) is greater than most. Sarah and I hit a bit of traffic going down and well, she thought it was just awful and what could be the problem? I said that this little two lane bunch up was NOTHING….and honey, if you want to see traffic…I will put you on the 101 or 405 anytime between 3 and 8.
My mother called me soon after that to hash over the details of her impending trip out West. She told me that my sister was going to be in Arizona at the same time we are in PS. I told her to MapQuest the distance and get back to me. She shrieked “Oh my God! 300 miles! Forget about it, no way, that’s just too far.” People forget that distance gets distorted out West. To go 300 miles back East you cross three states and pass 17 international airports; we’d be lucky to see two gas stations between PS and AZ. I told her we’d make the trip in like 3 CD’s and would catch some beautiful desert scenery along the way. This will be her first time out to the West Coast – she should take it all in.
I like driving, I really do! My truck, Milo, is my second home and in some ways more of a home than my own pad. I mean, I’m selling my place eventually, which means I’ve kept it sort of generic for resale. That is SO NOT ME. If I’m going to live somewhere for a while, it WILL BE HAZZARDIZED! So Milo and I trundle along from coast to coast collecting bumper stickers and oil changes while I dream of my future, Hazzardous paradise.
