I am too tired to go to Lion King -
This gray afternoon is dragging and like a little lazy cat, I am sick of getting up early and coming to work. it's been a week of exhaustive and feverish research (such a toll on the brain) and tonight is a big fancy night out to the Lion King with the Bock fam and tomorrow is the fated, last day at the Gugg... the summer's run its course and treated me well, but on some procrastinating and departing thoughts in an email to my last summer development pal, Brian -
So thoughts on NY, the second time around.� I feel a little more mature, and dare I say sophisticated (what my friends have taken to calling boring), this summer, not like New York could ever be boring.�� Things around this city aren't quite as new and in general drinking isn't as purely exciting as it was last summer, so it has calmed a bit.� it's weird, no new friends this summer - whereas last summer everyone (save John who I had known for a few months only) was new.� Even Yoshi and I were friendly and did debate together at Midd, but had never hung out to the degree we did last year.� For that reason, there wasn't the urgency and the excitement of last summer.� At work, I befriended adults and my social calendar usually consisted of what was easy - meeting people (rarely more than Nathan and John) who were nearby and not making as much of an effort as I should have to see people tucked away on the fringes.�
In many ways, I've thought about it, last summer was my last proverbial summer... this summer seemed more like a job and real life and less of that camp / fling magic that usually hovers around June and July.� This summer was more about setting out with a destination rather than just to a neighborhood to explore.� I became a recognizable face at an upscale Mexican restaurant / bar in Midtown - something I probably didn't have the tact or compsure to muster last summer when we were getting stewed on margaritas at Rodeo but loving every minute.� I already know that I probably won't ever have as much fun as I did last summer (not in one solid chunk), not to dwell on that, it was just the perfect combination of no expectations, endless characters, coming to the best city in the world for the first time, and a healthy dose of immature irresponsibility.� This summer proved to me that I could probably live in this city and not be a space cadet, reassuring in and of itself.
��� I keep thinking about my best New York City moments - there were a lot last year.� I can remember one Saturday going to the Gugg to see the Frank Ghery exhibit and bumping into Steve who was someone I had met once, going to dinner, and having that be the first time we hung out...� that was a great NYC moment.� Riding the subway all dressed up for MoMA PRM in a huge entourage was a rush and typically NY.� yoshi's mezzanine was a NY moment. This summer was loaded with New York minutes - fast paced and rushing between subway stops, but there's a difference between the poetic, cinematic pauses that could only happen in New York - and the feeling that you are where you want to be, doing what you want to be doing, and things just are as they are, without artistic and divine interference.
So anyway, I have a date in Midtown, I guess you could say. One more day, and since I've made progress on the work I needed to do before I left, a long entry promised for tomorrow to make up for all my slacking - but Kristin - you have gone almost 2 weeks without updating - SHAME.
American Idol last night - definitely Justin's best night ever. I think Kelly's first song was actually very good and she performed it beautifully, I don't think she deserved the criticism they levied at her. Some one call me and leave a message about who gets "voted off the island" tonight - I won't be in to watch.
John and Nathan started the famous cross country road trip today... so they are probably in Southern California by now...
posted by lmjasinski at 4:04 PM
