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I recently met two people who changed my life in ways I never thought possible. Sadly, I was too proud, or too scared, to tell them of this impact before they made their staged exits. Now, when I walk down a familiar street that they frequented, I wonder if I’ll ever see and have profound conversations with them again.
Maybe in another ten years.
AKA a completely irrelevant title for a blog entry.
Then again, the title is somewhat related because the mentioned object represents an unexpected turn of my evening.
To explain: the wrapped wine was meant as a gift for my best friend David at his/Ryan/Jamie Chen’s Apartmentwarming party in Washington Heights; but there was an oncoming thunderstorm, and I didn’t want to make the two hour commute while expecting such bad weather. So I brought the package home, where it lay on my marble top kitchen counter as I watched an episode of Sex and the City and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with my girls. Satisfied with my wine samplings, a few friends trickled out into the midnight; the remaining few (Jess, Monna, myself) checked e-mails and Facebook, exchanged clothing, talked about love lives, and swatted swarms of green bugs as we strolled outdoors.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, I’ve got to put my shirt back on and go to work.”
Overheard in Central Park, uttered by an apparently shirtless man
“Everybody else wears white shirts. I’m not popular enough to be different!”
- Homer Simpson
The Simpsons: The primary substance of my past time.
The Macbook Pro 15″: My soon-to-be best friend.
One of the Gap Artist Edition T-shirts. Sadly, out of my price range.
