– Sunday marked my two-month anniversary in New York. It feels like I’ve been here a lot longer. This leads to some uncomfortable exchanges with myself, like, “Why haven’t you accomplished more yet?” But I’m still pretty new, ya know?
I spent the day recovering from the weekend, nursing a hangover that would persist until I went to bed that night. Despite knowing better, I really wanted tacos, so I ventured out to Calexico. The tacos were enormous and juvenile. I brought a book and read at the bar, sipping a Bloody Mary, eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. Outside on Manhattan Ave, the New York marathon; though by the time I made it out of the house the race had devolved into the stragglers, the out of shape, the aged walkers. Still, good on them.
It was a warm day and sunny, so after my tacos I trekked over to Budin to sit on their patio and drink coffee and continue reading. It was nice. Later on I went to the gym, watched the Bulls game, made eggs, watched some Curb, called it a night. My birthday is less than a week away.